My spiritual visage.
Memory is an insidious alibi. We are all too aware of its shortcomings yet we lend it much more credence than it deserves.
I don't define myself much at all, other than someone with spirits rambling about in their skull. This page is for me to put these
ghosts to text and reveal their true form, for otherwise they slip away from my mind too quickly. And maybe with doing so I can finally
establish a ritual to snap my life back into place. May this be a fruitful experiment.
