And then there was light. A proper way to begin, I suppose, considering I write coming from the perils of a deep economic downturn. Darkness. Then again, isn’t this how all things begin? From a seed, a tree. From a thought, a sentence. From solitude and silence, a clamor of hope. This is a repository of life musings through art, media, literature, music, food, and the basic human need of finding comfort through the experience and philosophy of our surroundings. These are the conceits of my idle hours, shallow or insightful as they may be, this is my attempt to understand and appreciate the world as it is.