They say good writing hardly needs an introduction. Well, I can never be sure about the quality of my writing, can I? Still, I figured it was time, probably, to start posting some of the random thoughts, sometimes poetic reveries that seize me. They are distracting yes, sometimes beautiful, sometimes I feel I do it much too often. This is in a way to look at what I indulge in, put it aside, and concentrate on the demands of life. There are a million aspiring writers out there, but actually, most people are writers already. They just lust for fame=) Like me. Perhaps perfection isn't that easily attained after all. So I'll try, bit by bit, and we'll see where this goes, if it has to go anywhere at all. How didactic this passage has been. Anyway. (J.S Oeni)