I know by now that I am not the daring type. Outside my writing, I am timid, quiet, and often a bit listless, I'll admit.
The world, to me, is an odd one: complex, and yet boring; expansive, and yet, I have access to so little of it; utterly gorgeous, and yet, so plain wherever I seem to go.
I don't have the kind of resources one would need to see every remarkable thing in the world, and depending on how my career goes in the future, it's possible that I never will.
And that is alright, I suppose, but I feel I need to find a more...creative way to appease myself.
Some know about the Scribe's accursed book; some don't believe in it; and th