"Who would read this stuff?" I asked myself for a long time. I kept on writing anyway, though, just for my own sake as it helped me hang on to my sometimes highly variable sanity. Judging by the overwhelming reception so far, it seems like sharing my twisted form of abstract self-therapy on this community was not such a bad idea, after all. Memories, ideas, experiences and thoughts are sometimes like leeches bouncing around inside my skull and will not leave me be unless I give them attention so I turn them into art, leaving but faint whispers in my mind. Well, if they want attention so badly, here are some thoughts for the world to see...