i document life because i am lost, by doing so i am leaving bread crumbs to help me find my way back so that i won’t forget the things i need to remember. i write words from visions of my imagination of things i wish to do and feel. my dreams are vivid, but i have trouble sometimes when I try to find the words to describe them.
i live in America, but i a not a native son. the rest of the world captivates me and yet i am very inept thus far when it comes to planting my feet where history of cultures of the past have made the world what it is today. i am stuck…for now. a physical writers block ; i guess one can say, preventing me from discovering not only love of life, but the life of my love.
I am the recapitulation of many and only the sum of one.