About Me
I worship the Bat... The Batman... I love wolves too... There are no choices, nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask "why me?" and "what if?". When you look back, see the branches, like a pruned Bonsai tree, or a forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.
