A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
Quickly before the mirage dissipates, and we wake up or worse, grow up. Home where children believe that a train could come to the aid of any of these quests, I do, and I will, always, and goodbye.
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