Preface

The Composition of This Collection

1. Hazily — A confession of emotion
2. Of Use — A materialist view, my analysis and interpretation, and wit
3. At Last — Reflection, acceptance, and sublimation

It was noisy.

Those who run deep hold their silence, but shallow, fragile beings tremble violently at the faintest breath of wind.

Still, I didn't want this noise of being "myself" to remain just a sound that rings and fades.

Rather than let the traces of who I was scatter into nothing, I wanted to be a being that declares its meaning to this universe.

That is who I am.

A humble citizen's sacred dream.

Perhaps that, too, is my purpose.