About Me
Just as a parasite burrows deep until it becomes almost inseperable from the host, so too has creativity burrowed deep into the back of my skull.
As a child, my symptoms were incessant day dreaming and relentless nightmares. The parasite has matured, as has the host, and my symptoms have evolved.
Now I simply spend every waking moment thinking about the content of the endless number of text files on my computer