I have no story to be told unless the story that is mine lay in black and white, scattered across endless shrouds that is the creative body of me and mine. And yet the tale of one cannot be written by ones self alone but by the collection of those who have ventured deep into the mind of the story itself. By all means I would agree will full content that the story of one lay in the story of many. So dare I ask the question, what is your story?