My room is a shell inside my cave. Maybe it is because I have always been too sensitive and had to use my creativity to offset my total mistrust for humanity, or perhaps I have an emotionally damaged personality as a result of numerous childhood traumas. Nevertheless, misanthropy has been the most dominant characteristic of my life. My wife, who is now cognitively impaired, can not help me as she always has by getting me out of that dark place. I live in the fortress called the internet or World Wide Web to keep me safe now that I have been scammed and know better. I can still create, even if I can not paint or write songs, I can write some prose and even some poetry. Most of you will not detect any change since I have always been in this war within myself, and trusting people has truly never been harder for me.


