You’re special.

You’ve earned the magnificently worthless privilege of digging through the future mess of my brittling excuse for a collection of imperfect writings and contemplative thoughts — or, in other words, an anonymous constellation of original life-based short stories and paramount concerns that will be written (or rather typed) occasionally, whether for my own personal satisfaction or for yours, dear reader, if you strangely adore the unraveled thoughts of the jumbled mind.

For some, my irregular persona may be obvious, but I find the veil of my invisible character one that I will enjoy exploiting, since, after all, I will never reveal the true names of those who deserve to be written unto this page in the future.

So, as a promise, as well as a warning, any situations of reality mentioned in these entries are strictly expressed under confidentiality, though I don’t see a burdening problem with being particularly open, since this blog will never be any further acknowledged than any other one.

And that is all.
Tatty-bye, now.