I wrote endlessly in my own company, for writing was a conversation between me, and me. But my write ups are mortals, just like me. Then, a friend came along, giving dreams of memory to my writeups. I owe her for this digital diary of my musings. This is a museum of my self where I stop by, once in a while, to immerse myself in a bittersweet saudade for my long lost parts. You are welcome here, for deep inside the world of words, where emotions reverberate and we resonate, the lines between you and I are blurred.