Welcome to a special and strange place of certain uncertainty! 

There is no one here. Not yet. 

So this is a place, a tiny space in the corner of a never-ending world, just for me.

For the tiny little thoughts and ideas that creep into your mind at night.

Don't shoo them away. Give them a piece if writing and a name, and welcome them into your mind.

If not your mind, then my mind. 

Share and give it all.

"I am not antisocial. I just appreciate silence in a world that never stops talking." 

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