I love fantasy, Carroll, statistics, owls, wooly mammoths, and tea. I live for meteorological gloom and doom, and am a big fan of creating wildly indie moments and pulling off impromptu circus acts after some dry and bubbly banter about Katy Perry's bangability as an alien. Shaken, not stirred, playful, and always with a note of charisma.

I'm 22 and lost in the palindromic haze of post-adolescence and pre-adulthood. The world is my oyster and I'm the green-eyed Walrus, coo coo - Achoo! ... Ahem... It's not best way to start the Feast of Ideas, with literary/lyrical backwash, but today I'm painting the roses red with cliche, and foul play. What I mean to say is Welcome All, to the the Everneverforever of my always ace-based space: Somewhere is Gone, where we're always half way to moray puree and flamingo croquet. Sláinte, my friends, and enjoy the anti-gravty of the nigh, and the cheshire-cat grin in the sky. Carebears and Kafka. Tea dregs, and escargot, cheers.