Concerning Faeries, Gypsies, and Artists
I don’t know why I do this. I don’t know why I write – here, or anywhere else – and sing, and dance, and why I prefer to spend my free time (if any time can be considered “free”…) memorizing 400-year-old words, words, words. I don’t know why – I only know that I have to. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to – it makes life more difficult, on occasion. But it also makes it much, much more interesting.
I like stars, and Shakespeare (as you might’ve guessed), and coffee and the colour grey. And I am very nervous and very happy that you are here, reading this.