Float On


My balloon missions require a certain amount of faith in the people of this city. How easy it would be for someone to pop the balloon or steal the balloon, leaving me standing, naked of context, a strange looking image of a man with an extended clenched fist, too easy to transform into some kind of weird, warped humiliation. Putting these up gives me the same somewhat anxious feeling you get when taking a "trust fall" in one of those terrible "team building exercises". Though I suppose in this scenario, I don't have to worry about a concussion, so that's a plus.