A picture of me from a little over a year ago. 

Electron flow away from a quantum point of contact. 

Genesis

My own blog...which entitles me to a corner of cyberspace to groom my existence with typeface and sentiment. 
 
You know you're at a loss for inspiration, when you're looking down that tautological barrel. That Wittgensteinian turpitude, where the intermediary limits of language extenuate reality, where all is considered fair game, where continuity breaks down and the laws of physics bend back around, where the bouyancy of consciousness equilibrates as every suspire disintegrates, where every withdrawl replenishes, the ceaselessly abeyant nascency of automorphic complacency.
 
Ok, just had to say something to fill the void.
 
This blog will serve as my dumping grounds, a justification for thought and reflection, without the cost of social interaction. A new chapter in my internet peregrinations. 
 
I kept a journal for a short while, when I was in middle school. It was mostly filled with rants about school, my parents, the meaning of "God", and the girls I liked. It was also a liberating opportunity to explore the depth of my emotions, and convert my senses into meaningful, sometimes poetic descriptions of the universe through my underdeveloped prefrontal lobes.
 
...more to come..maybe