There comes a time when you realise that there's more to something than you first thought.


Whether it's denial or ignorance or secretiveness that's restricting your view of something, there comes a point in time when the veil is drawn aside, even if it's just for a moment, and then the bubbles burst.
In some cases that sinking feeling you get in your stomach can be exhilarating, for now you know where the world's at and what you are. Other times that sinking feeling makes you anxious and you don't know what to think any more.

In my case its a simple instance of I know what I am but I don't know what to think any more. It's all well and good to be introspective at times; to reflect on who you are and how you do things. However to be caught up in a cycle of disassociated feelings about something is foolish^1,6. I could recount tales of sinful night-time concupiscence, tales of longing that cannot be fulfilled or tales of moments collected, one by one. Sure it'd be fun for a while, but it's the past and as the past grows older, the less definite the future becomes.


And so my friends, as the times have changed and I have no photos of naked women (at least none taken with artful intent), nor any Manga drawing "skills"¹, I have found that the only way for me to gain an audience with the masses is to succumb to that other element of popular culture¹ and submit photos of meh kitteh. Consider yourself warned dear reader.




I wish I could play the piano.