The story so far...

I guess I must have been born somewhere, sometime... I guess it was a while ago. I guess my first word when I've come out of my mother's womb was: 'fuck'. At the end of the day, I can only guess because I don't remember. I don't remember my first step nor first kiss. I remember the first book I've read - it was 'Pinocchio' by Carlo Collodi and since then I've just lied. Probably I'm lying now but I don't know that. I've been lying so much I have lost count. Anyway, so I must have been born. Then I read. And then was pretty much nothing. Then I started walking and searching. What I have been searching for and where I have been walking to - I do not know. I know what I have found, however. So far, there's been heaven and hell, love and hatred, joy and sadness. There have been friends and foes, there have been masters and students. There have been a lot and nothing at all. Where I am now is in between. And it always will be. I'm not Jozef K. but I can imagine how he felt. I'm not Ivan Bezdomny but I wish I had balls to be. I do agree with beautiful Hamlet: 'To define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?' and like Winston, I am completely confused/bemused by the world that surrounds me. I love David Attenborough and I cry to Pete Doherty's songs... That is the story so far... So follow me, dear Reader as I've got something to tell you...