Oh... It's time to start living Time to take a little from this world we're given Time to take time For spring will turn to fall...
In just no time at all Pippin
And so it begins: I've spent years and years writing about pretty much everything under the sun, yet I have never written very much about myself outside of my (private) diary. Oh of course I have my resume and such, but that tells what I've done; it doesn't tell who I am...
So who am I? How does one define themselves? And what is CZ's thoughts and views on life/the world?
Perhaps that's the goal of this journal. I'll explore for a little bit, then see what kinds of images appear in the sand.
Anyone perfect must be lying Anything easy has its cost Anyone plain can be lovely Anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind (2006)