The mental outpourings and general happenings of an awesome and super hot guy from Canberra!

Life is much too difficult to hide from. I do a good job of it, but Pook is always dragging me back into it. I swear she needs to just kick me every now. Much too nice to do it, though.

I've tried to escape into other realities for as long as I can remember. I was an avid reader up until three or so years ago. I'd search for a book and tuck myself away. After a time I would emerge, wishing to find the place I might call home. Wandering for a time, jumping from prequel to book to sequel, I would find comfort. Never solitude, as there were always others. I would travel with them and share their joys and sorrows. Yet always their journeys would end. And always I would feel sorrow for having to leave them. After a brief respite (measured only in minutes) I would begin my search anew, and unfailingly I would find a new place to flee to. To escape the confines of my own world and experience another for a time was the prupose of my travels, but it was never enough. Though I tried, I could never find the perfect place from which I might never return.

As fortune (whether good or bad I know not) would have it, the book was ever to end. Reading it again would not provides the same excitement, nor the same comfort. It's nostalgic, and valuable for that, but never the same. So it was, I suppose, that I turned to video games. This could provide a safe haven, and one in endless repetition. Often one could hide in this haven for days on end. Hundreds of hours of needless social interaction passing by or, better yet, replicated in the void. Other times would require a partner with whom one would envision, prepare for, and then execute the journey into freedom.

Countless hours have been spent fixated on a screen, unwilling to acknowledge the slightest or greatest of intrusions upon my voyage. Only when the real world's immutable presence made itself known to me once more was I forced to return home(?). There are times when even I, traveller extraodinaire, must return to my beginnings.

I do wonder, sometimes...

A blessing or a curse that I cannot exist perpetually in the ether?

-Mitch