Not a Manifesto as Such

I was here. While I was at it, I thought about things. I even thought things about thoughts. I wrote stacks upon heaps of computer code. Most of it was pretty OK. I listened to music. Lots and lots of music. I played guitar a bit but poorly. It was tremendous fun. I took many, many photographs but hid most of them away from the world. I fancied a girl or two, but that never quite worked out. I mostly kept to myself while somehow still managing to talk too much. This website was about all of that. I'm not sure what happened next. Probably more of this, except much better. Fingers crossed.

Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945