I bought "A Brief History of Time" the other day. I am determined to finish it by the new year, and embark upon my journey to discover the many secrets our universe beholds.

Two years he walks the earth.
No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.

Today I decided on the song I would like played at my funeral.

Not at all morbid, it's just too beautiful to go a miss.

I worked my little fingers to the bone!

Some snippets of work from my latest project.

I'd write more but I'm feeling ever so lazy and miserable tonight.

Sorry folks.

There is a light.

Fuck. I miss it so much.

I feel this blog has been rather neglected of late. I got a little addicted to tumblr and totally forgot about it. Soon enough I'll have my most recent project up for you all to see - a book about my family.

But for now I'm off to watch my favourite film and munch on mince pies.