We think we know. Yet, we don’t. We think we’ve figured one another out. We haven’t and we won’t. We think we finally understand. But we don’t. We assume life is for us. Yet it continues to exist, even when we don’t. We just pass through, like many others before. Life happens, and we watch.

Tell my story? OK. That would take a bit long, wouldn’t it? To tell the whole story. Instead, I’m here to share chunks of stories, real and unreal, experienced and not experienced, realistic or totally made up. I’ve been writing “things” for as long as I can remember. Poems and…