It's very strange, the way this life affects me. I read. I read too much. I think, but sometimes not enough. I like to write, I like to feel the words pouring out of me in a way that feels as though.... there is a tidal wave of emotion, of thought, of raw being, so much completely unrecognisable to me, so much medicore, so much BEING. Do you feel as I do? I do not long to be different, I do not feel as though I need to buck society, but I do feel as though I, and the rest of the awake world, need to know myrself. This page is an attempt at that. It's an attempt...... who knows what it will become?