I'm lost in the sea of shadows. Although it should have been obvious a long time ago, I recently realized that I have no idea what I really want to do with my life. I've lived in Poland, the US, and Canada. The whole time I've been foolishly trying to fit in everywhere and meet other's expectations; and, not surprisingly, I've ended up not knowing much about myself, just what others want to see. Looking back I think my writing is an attempt to find a true identity.