i’ve found that it’s hard to tell people what i want. i’m unable to communicate in simple words on things like who i am, how i think, what i dream about. but what i have found is that it’s much easier, after lots of thought and preparation — and maybe a glass of wine — to share little bits and pieces of me through pen and ink. or, i guess in this case, mouse and keyboard.
i’m not promising anything prolific here, i don’t believe that i’m some kind of influential thinker. in fact, if you stopped right here, that would be alright too. but if you must go on, if you must invade the deeper parts of me, i’ll welcome you in with no hesitation. after all, i can’t be writing for only myself, right?
