May 30, 2000: Who am I and why do I create?
Today seems to be the day to recount the memories—to catch thrown away thoughts, tiny pictures of a ten year old in Seattle. Held tightly are the views of eternity, shadows of disbelief, make believe and the reborn. “Twenty eight years ago,” I say to my aging self. So much has happened yet so much hasn’t. Oddly enough, I feel as if this need to perform was planted while in Seattle…I hear no voices agreeing therefore I shall dig deeper—time to get a bigger shovel.