John

I am the lamentful sort. While I do see the beauty in the things i find most beautiful, in most, i see the mournful. I do tend to dwell on the painful, the agonizing feelings and sorts of life. But to me it is a beautiful ecstacy of pain. Sublime. These are the things that fill my works, and fill my life. It is true that i have not had a happy nor easy life. My mother died young, in the childbirth of my younger brother, and most of my siblings are no longer with me. In fact, the dreaded disease of tuburculosis was the moster which hath extinguised the lives of most which I love, and i fear it will find me next.