simple

Simple is a dream.

It’s a dream that I find myself inextricably drawn towards, often brashly and with little regard for the consequences. Old clothes, relationships, jobs, you name it — they’ve all been sacrificed at the Altar of Simplicity, all so that I could breathe clutter-free air. Life, however, is anything but simple. Yet through it all I still try to keep my desk clean, my bills paid and my obligations minimal.

Simple is not what this blog is. It will be filled with words, so if you are verbiage averse and in search of simple visual satisfaction, go elsewhere. Maybe here (warning: turn your speakers down, please).