Avast ye! Here lie me ooooolde thoughts and those of other people. Ye might think of it as... a collective diary or perhaps a treasure chest buried deep in the sands beneath the olde waters of Davy Jones’ Locker. Read at yer own... risk, matey. Judge not the writing below lest you plan on submitting your own fragmant to my email account (which you can find on this website obvi). Argh!