Give a man a mask and he will show his true face. – Oscar Wilde

 

Something you said, or something I read or dreamt,  wanders ‘round in my head, churning through what I know, what I think I know, my experiences, my stories… and it grows into a conversation that happens here. 

Who are you? The you I refer to when I am writing could be any specific person I have in my mind at that moment, or maybe it is simply you, the reader.

Who am I? Nobody, everybody, anybody. Somebody who cares enough to bare it all for you.