There lives in me an intensity to invent worlds. Creation and destruction are my blood and my bones, my food and my breath. Since the age of nine I have wandered the world with pen and paper, watching and writing about the people I know and those I don’t. My words are the lives and the memories one can only suppose.
Sometimes, if I sit very quietly, I can feel parallel universes shuffling, moving, thinking around me, like five thousand sighs in a canyon. I wait to grab just one echo.
“I know my work is good. Not everybody likes it, that’s fine. I don’t do it for everybody. Or anybody. I do it because I can’t not do it.” – Maurice Sendak
You can find my spoken word over on SoundCloud under my moniker of Philisapher