Musings, writings, collections, aggregates and illusions.

Stories shape my world. Books, poems, movies, shows, theatre, music. I’ll take it all.

My tastes range from the vulgar to the sublime, the classic to the new.

I wish I were more honest. I try.

Monsters and mysteries and concepts that are knowable yet inexplicable, like the colour of the sky after rain – thinking about these things makes me bigger, realer, more alive.

There’s too much of me here, and not enough. I’m not out to change the world.

Ok, maybe I am. When I work out how, I’ll let you know.