Thursday, March 27, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Who am I? I hate this question. When you meet someone new, and you start being interrogated, as if you were a criminal. What if I told you I didn’t know? What if I told I had no story to tell? Would you be disappointed? I’m sorry, but I don’t dream, I don’t make up stories, I live reality. A reality that doesn’t exist. I’m a musician, and my instrument is time. I’m a poet, and my words pray silence. Maelström.
About Me
Images
Elements of my Disposition
- currently reading:
- The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac
- recently read:
- A Beginner's Guide to Reality by Jim Baggot
- Evolution by Stephen Baxter
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
- About a Boy by Nick Hornby
- Timeline by Micheal Chrichton
- Die Reise Nach Trulala by Vladimir Kaminer
- Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts