MonthMay 2013

Why Do I Write?

“Why do I write?” Like anyone with the passion of being known, I return again and again so that I might check myself for the truth—that endless search for purpose and meaning. Perhaps this will be the moment, the lucky visit to the empty page when I will find the courage to write in both the bright places as well as the murky ones. This is a story of my first music festival: think Woodstock meets leather pants and mohawked […]

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