A jackass of a few trades and a master of none, the many things that interest me, the things that are employed to tell what needs telling, often overwhelm me, as I try not to sink but swim, or rather, at least float amidst the flotsam and jetsam that surround me, the debris of a mind of a thousand stories which waylay me as a seeker, gleaning a word here, a color there, trying to weave meaning into a tapestry that would wrap me against the cold nights of infinite probabilities.

In short, what I mean is, I normally don't know what I am doing most of the time.