I’ve stopped trying to define myself a long time ago. It´s an exercise in futility. So be warned: these very same words are doomed to be erased and rewritten over and over again. But I like to write. I’ve been writing for a long time.
I was born in 1977, the year the Voyagers were launched. I love to wander with no particular destination. And I wander a lot. When I say I wander I´m not referring to actual, three-dimensional space. During all these years only one thing was constant: the writing, my journals, a journey log of sorts. When I read myself I realize that a lot has changed, yet a lot has remained the same.
Like the Voyagers these days, I wander and wonder, going now(here). And I´m having a blast.
On a more serious note, I’m trying to return my spark to the great fire of the symbolic tradition —as tiny, personal, adapted to time and space as it may be— sharing the feeling of the Symbolic World and my experiences on how to enrich life from the inside out.