marcsrants

I thought I knew who I was, but I was wrong. You never really know yourself because you and the rest of the world never stop spinning. Even beyond the grave when your book is closed, the world will go on and as time goes by you will be thought of less and less and in vaguer and vaguer terms. This blog is a way to perhaps leave some sort of a record of how I see things, all things, good, bad, or indifferent.