‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax–
Of cabbages, and kings.
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.’ — Lewis Carroll, Alice Through the Looking Glass, 1865
It’s been a long time coming, and I feel this is the day to do it.
It came to a point where I needed the space, psychological and otherwise. I needed room to think and do more than think, a space to curl up in near a sentence of sunlight, room even to—dance.
A room that is perenially spic and span, made untidy only by my words and pictures and favourite vids.
So stick around and I’ll take you places.
Can’t wait to go places with you and hope to see things people wouldn’t believe like Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion and watch C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.