About Me
My feet have wandered paths and gathered dust along the way. The dust now sinks through layers of skin into my bloodstream to swirl on new journeys. Some dust has reached my heart, some has reached my brain, some has traveled to the ends of my fingertips. And now sometimes my convulsing mind spits out words that make no sense onto a page, a screen, a napkin in a restaurant...Thats all my writing is really. Words and dust.
"because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road,"