In his book “Beautiful Losers” Leonard Cohen wrote, most efficiently and poetically, these lines. “O Reader. Do you know that a man is writing this? a man like you who longed for a hero’s heart, in Arctic isolation a man is writing this, a man who hates his memory and remembers everything.”

In these lines there is nothing foreign or out of place to me. Nothing that i can not see explaining to you fully. The essence of me, my writings, and my about