I walk to different rhythms, no time signature. If I could sign time, my time’s sign would be infinite, and it just occurred to me why my daily function is off beat. There are too many songs, far too many genres, too many rhythms, all playing at the same time-ambiguity. Thus jazz and I contradict each other; we are enemies on different paths with similarities that neither of us can appreciate. I am a fan of order, and jazz, well let’s just call him the black sheep. No actually a wolf in dark clothing with an agenda that lures with the freedom of lawlessness, but defined by the restrictions of order-music theory. Two then five then one.