Sometimes I feel like we live in a world in which it is increasingly difficult to leave a mark. During the past century and before the advent of the internet, only a few disposed of the time and tools to create, in the most ample sense of the word, and fewer had the means to let the world know of their creation. Nowadays, things have reversed, and almost every single denizen of the western societies and alike have the tools to create and spread their creation. In this brave new world, creations of all sorts flood everywhere and everyone, which has created the opposite problem: how do you stand up over all the other’s creations. I feel that there is no unique answer for that, and that if there would be one, it would randomness. Only an amalgam of factors apparently unrelated and non-consequential to each other could explain that the youth in the 21st century prefer Stephenie Meyer or Suzanne Collins over J.R.R. Tolkien or Isaac Asimov. In this randomness, knowing (or else) the right person seems more important than the relevance, uniqueness, beauty or value of the work done (I am thinking of The Giver now). Of course, not all is lost, there will be always true greatness in every discipline that humans practice, greatness that will triumph no matter what the odds, and that will live after forever, making his maker immortal to mankind. Thank you to the likes of J.K Rowling and George R.R. Martin for keeping the flame bright.
And in this brave new world I also try to make my mark. I do not intend anything but to share my view of the world with others through events that never happened that reflect aspects of us. I will try my best to engage you in a whole continuum of stories through the coming years in a way no one has done before. And as most humans I will probably fail, but in this case I only ask of you to visit the Wizard sitting in an Iron Throne atop a Dark Tower, instead of suffering Hunger pretending to be Divergent at the gate of the Labyrinth at Twilight.