lone forester
Surrounded by people, utterly alone. Sometimes, when it’s really quiet, you can hear the monkey spinning the cogs in my brain. These are not my thoughts, just cogs a going.
Feral Child
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
