A Writer Words just come tumbling out of my mouth, coursing through my veins to my hands, into a pencil, pen, or keyboard.
A Philosopher I’m a tiny speck of dust on a giant flying marble of blue, white, and green, travelling through space at 67,000 miles per hour on an anormous flying top hurtling through the universe at 1.
A New Site! Hello! You’re probably wondering what’s going on here. Why does the site look different? What happened to the common WordPress comment sections and such?