old & new journal entries, culled from my blogs Xvarenah & Mozarabkultur
i was raised by wolves on the city dump; i knew nothing of the wider world. already there was so much i couldn't live without. the wrecked cars enticed me grinning toothlessly. i followed scraps of scripts to a windy void and learned also to be empty. i didn't like it. i came here to get away.