I can barely define the shape of this moment in time . . .

There has to be something wrong with the idea of creating any form of confessional website at one in the morning, in the midst of melancholy while basking in the soothing misery of Roger Waters various related traumas.

I'm not sure what (besides a seemingly fatal and ill-advised obsession with my computer) has inspired this particular venture. Nor can I even say if this is more than the only post that will ever grace this place.

Not prone to reflecting back to my days of adolescent angst, nor of dwelling in such moods now, I nonetheless find myself listening to these words, and realizing that while all things change, some feelings, though they evolve, abide always.

"And if I show you my dark side, will you still hold me tonight?
and if I open my heart to you, show you my weak side, what would you do?"