There is a character in Gaiman’s Sandman, Destiny. He is blind, and is chained to a book that contains all of eternity – past, present and future. The character reminded me a little of the Watchers from Fantastic Four. What really connected with me was this idea of bearing witness to a universe constantly in motion and reporting on them, or watching events as they unfold and get written into the book of destiny.

I feel that I write to validate my existence as a witness. To see the grain of truth in the sands of time. I feel compelled to be an amanuensis to time. I feel the need to express to etch the memories to carve out the moment in time to paint in words to tap the eternal muse to… write.

I write, therefore I am. Or maybe it’s the other way around.