The joy of writing. The power of preserving. There is ambivalence in my own voice but i want to speak nonerheless. This isnt a hiding a place. This is a finding place. This entire auditory space is dedicated to the unsayable, murmurs of my mind, lingering. Deeply rooted. Ive always been one who seeks. I get high on intelligent conversations. We can talk about the existence of aliens, but, thats not what i mean. I starve for what's rich, authentic, stimulating. Not forced. Not coerced. Just present. I've been waiting in this silence. Im on fire.