Red flares! shall be coming out of my old diaries and photographs, like a savior to my receding creativity, guiding the storm-hold of my future....but oh, what ho? this is but a rebirth coming out of your own misunderstanding of an interpretation of a stranger's text becoming itself an interpretation of the interpretation of the original feeling that is now transformed into another that reacted from the stimulation that that original one created!

Oh inspiration! where have you been hiding all along?...


abracadabra: "[...]That is, until a few months ago, when I came across some of the old name songs, stuffed onto tape cassettes, 4-track recorders, forgotten boxes, forgotten shelves, forgotten hard drives. It was like finding an old diary, or a high school yearbook, senior picture with lens flare and pockmarks, slightly cute and embarrassing. What was I thinking? [...]"


///Apparently, 'Stormhold' "was a kingdom in the world of Faerie."
I blame my subconscious for such an escape from my Undefined Words Vocabulary Stream, but it kinda seems appropriate, if you squint a little.




THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN.




Oh please don't hide from me again dear Tulip, you are but very small and with my wandering eyes i could miss you and squish you by mistake and you'd have to grow all over again...i'd be 24 by that time! can't afford that now can we?