Friday 29th October 2004
At times I find it it difficult to put into words, the story of my life. Sometimes, I look at myself and in the mirror I see, one of the least interesting people in the universe. Giving great evidence for the existence of the great ‘nobody’ is not hard. Yet the person that stares back at me, with those piercing dark eyes, longs for something. Longs for some recognition, some fame. No, maybe fame is not the correct word. He has a deep yearning to belong, but he misconstrues this desire with wanting to be popular. That goes a long way to explain the existence of this website and this blog. Taking this to a higher level, I look at my life and realise many home truths. My day begins with me, walking from a quiet suburb of Buckinghamshire into the hustle of one of the greatest (and in my eyes, beautiful) cities in the world. Yet, as the moon is high in the cloudy sky, his only friend, as he returns home.