Light, The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

I Wrote My First Novel And My Second Novel In Chicago. It Was The Place Where I Became A Writer. It's My Favorite City.

Is The Labyrinth Living Or Dying?

The Truth Hurts Because It's Real. It Hurts Because It Mattered. And That's An Important Thing To Acknowledge To Yourself.

I Figured Something Out. The Future Is Unpredictable.

At Some Point We All Look Up And Realize We Are Lost In A Maze.