Inside the head of Joseph Olisaemeka Wilson is a winding maze, the walls covered in earthy clay, mandolin music rippling from speakers unseen. It is a place where he can cruise, eyes open wide to both the joys and horrors of life.
For Wilson, I think the point isn't to find the end of the maze or even control it, but to be thankful for every meander and drift for as long as time might allow.
Some say the world will end in fire. Others say in ice. I guess I don't know... It's all written in the Book of Revelations - all those details.
I try my best to just kind of just go with the flow. I don't think I'm gonna be picking sides. I kind of hope that I get to take the train up, you know, instead of getting stuck here on Earth before all that happens.
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