About

My life in literature, art, music and film seems self-explanatory, and in many ways it is as simple as that. An archive of sorts of mediums that have affected me powerfully enough for whatever reason that I find myself going back to them continually.  Sometimes a new experience may drive a memory from the past, and a song I loved will remind me of a moment I experienced just the other day, and for whatever reason I know in my heart that I want simply to remember.  Or to sit down and write a poem, which I used to do all the time in middle and high school, but somehow felt increasingly silly doing as I grew older.  Now I think it may have been the other way around all along - there is no greater luxury than time and the ability to breathe and reflect. . . and the moon is the ultimate reflector. The driving metaphor of the moon dictates almost every entry; I have always felt very connected to the astrological sign I was born under.  I share my birthday with Julius Caesar, Pablo Neruda, and Henry David Thoreau. . .three men known, respectively, for power, poetry, and pondering.  And ultimately being loners.  

Come take a strange walk in my secret garden.

Still looking for John Galt. The unrequited search.
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