This page is a chronicle of one person.
His life.
His love.
His hates.
Fears.
Tales of his nights, his days, the hours in between.
The places he visits with his body and with his mind.
Things in here may be different, but always inherently the same.
This is but the story of one man.
"It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... For the length of these few sentences, we meet here.
It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you. Remember me."
- Duane Michals
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