As time flies, like an arrow towards the future, I’ll give myself the compassion it takes to look forward. The way I’ve decided, let it be towards forging my own (what I call) “epistemic-legitamacy” to know the truth of what’s formulated in my own writing.

It’s the complexity of options and doors to choose that keep me at bay in a paralysis that I fight with the reasons I’ve had to develop which no doubt lead me into a dedicated state of writing, composing, singing, and so on. I’ve extended a “representative integrity” to the listener/reader to give them time to place the entire meaning behind what I’m producing.

I am good as a human being. If the CIA has taught me anything, it’s that life doesn’t always give you what you deserve until you become good-natured by a global scale standard.

What I create is there to be framed by your imagination – something to be captured by; I spend every day trying to find my own flame. And every night, I let myself find even better defined reasons to construct more tomorrow from what I know how to explain today.