I have a tendency to rant. Pause. Write. Disappear. And poof, magically, I assure you, back.

If that sits well with your eyes, feel free to chat me up, read my bad typing skills, and call me snarky names. (For who doesn't like snarky names.)

I love my allergy to love.

I hate hating.

And, yes, I do believe the whole entire world is a book, and if we have only been to one country, we have only read one page. Now, this does not include the imaginary world, which like the imaginary number, falls upon an entirely different graph.

- Just returning from India,

The Wanderer

For Wanders!