In this inverted Disney land that we inhabit, the beauty is not cosmetic, it’s in your face, brutal and unforgiving. At times it can even be mistaken for ugliness. With rudeness just around the corner, real emotions flitting in and out of masks before you have even perceived the flip, and emotions that are universal yet unique to each person and difficult to comprehend, the world seems like a maze, difficult to navigate or inhabit. But it is still our lot and in it we must flail our arms, this universe which is perhaps a cosmic aquarium of sorts where we swim endlessly. And someone outside peers at us and flicks his fingers as whole worlds form and re-form in an endless cycle.