Unraveling existence through stories, storytelling, science... and needle felted dolls.

Here, weary traveler, you can wander in my mental collection, my sunflower patch, my pocket-forest, my blanket fort of worn blankets and forgotten stuffed animals.

I've done my best to craft a safe spot, safe enough to drown in the unknowable and night skies, filled with ramblings, fandoms, stories, pictures, metaphors and stories.

... Yes, it's quite the hoard. A little all over the place, I admit. But in all the 'chose a niche, serve the target audience', I've folded myself into an origami lump. We'll fail to figure this out together, with every bit of fictional and non-fictional nonsense weaving a makeshift nest to hide in.

​​I suppose we'll exist in metaphors for now. Here's my simplicity. It's never simple.

But it's a place to nest, talk about the wild things, the weird and the science-y, the emotions that seep and spill and coagulate like a sea of honey, the ones that flavor my bones, the ones I cannot describe with a single word, the ones I must use a superfluous amount of words to convey.

Hmmm... Yes I suppose that's what I can write for an introduction. I've only redone it twice now. Please enjoy your stay, weary traveler, you deserve a rest, no 'doing' required.