Welcome to 2019.

Salutations Travelers!

It’s 10:02 am on Wednesday, January 2nd 2019, I’m in England, laying in bed in my Brighton flat, listening to “What’s Free” by Meek Mill. It’s my first day back at work. “Work” being writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Free writing. It’s coming out of me now. I don’t have the space for it. Forgive me if the thoughts seem scattered. Or don’t.  Makes no difference to me. This is only the beginning. Some of what I write will be trash. Some of what I write will be gold. In time. It will all be gold. Anyways, like I said, scattered thoughts. Literally, scattered. All over this world. I’ve spent years moving around, searching, scouring, stumbling around, sober, drunk, high, lost, found. Found. Found myself. Finding myself. In these places, these rooms. Rooms. Rooms is what they are. Some big some small. All rooms in a house built for me. Built by me. A future me. A smarter me. A better me. The me I should be. The me I will be. And now this me is for you! These stories that follow are just descriptions of rooms I’ve been in. Spaces I’ve found myself occupying. Thoughts evoked by these rooms, some small, some large (both thoughts and rooms). Come inside and I’ll tell you about my house. There are many rooms in my house. I invite you to my house. Just remember, this is my house. As a guest in my house I invite you to act accordingly. We are all free to come and go as we please. If you enjoy my house, come back as you wish. If not, I invite you to enjoy your time in another place better suited for your needs. Thank you kindly for your time.

Sincerely,

The Time Traveler