A product of my art history class... nothing special, just something born of boredom.
I am an aging immortal, exponentially expanding knowledge through time while my skin shrivels and my senses dull. I surpass the sad image of old age, I veer into the morbid, macabre.
I'm not really a writer, just bored. I never finish anything, but I figured feedback on what little I do write couldn't hurt.
I don't know how to respond to compliments, so just know they're appre.. more..