A Story?

Nothing here can tell you who I am, for who I am is beyond words. You may find crumbs– paintings; songs; stories; old photographs– and perhaps you will find me there. Perhaps you will find yourself.

I’ve been telling stories about who I am since the beginning of my first Jupiter return, aged 12, when I learned that living via intuition made you weird {wyrd}. The accepted path was, instead, to carefully craft an ego of conceptual structures that one then ‘becomes’. This persona– worn everywhere, everyday– then indicated one’s place within the infinite web of socially constructed dynamics.

My person did cool things, met important people and there are a string of degrees and achievements I could hang here to impress you, but it’s all past, unalive. The person who writes this asks only that you look within, not without.

And so, this site hosts artefacts of time spent within.