It comes to you as such a surprise that every other time, you've gotta write something about yourself, it seems to be the most trying thing to do. you've spent no time with your books, or music or movies, as you have with yourself. And yet, after 20 years (variable for people) of living with myself, I still cannot put it into words. Weird. I guess, i'll just leave this space for the two things that make me up. My writings, for one. and the blankness of this page..... for life will continue to reveal its vagaries.