Both warriors and healers use bloodletting as a form of catharsis - and this writing, the purging of my thoughts on the shared page of the web's collective consciousness, is my catharsis. It eases the pressure on my soul, and provides an escape valve for the millions of trapped ideas that would otherwise keep me awake, shouting happenstance alarums and excursions, late into the night.
There really isn't much in here right now.
This might come as a surprise to some of my old compatriots, but so be it. It is enough to say that someday this section will be full of the sound and fury of this idiot, but right now I have other fish to fry. Layout, coding, and other such editorial decisions seem to come before the production of any actual composition.
It is my hope that this situation will soon be remedied: while this may be the first upload and update, it will certainly not be the last.