"Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them" - Albert Camus
I surely cannot explain this world, but there is still merit in contemplating and discussing its possibilities. The reality we inhabit could be as made up as the universes we create within our writing. In essence - nothing at all is certain, so let's give our imagination liberty and see what kind of cool shit can come of it.
This is - or will be - a collection of short stories/prose/random ramblings with no single message, meaning, direction, theme or style. I will be making a commentary on my life, as well as creating new worlds. This is in order to help me comprehend THIS world, and my internal world (my thoughts), because I don't understand either one.
Enjoy the cover - a picture of my cat gazing into the depths of my fireplace.