I do a lot of people watching. Well, at least i used to do about 12 years ago. I'm approaching my 29th birthday now and i have often popped down a local coffee shop to sit quietly with an espresso or a glass of wine and contemplate the subtle nuances of interaction between customer and server, cupcake and coffee pot not to mention the infinite complexity of the possible outcomes when you stack sugar lumps one on top of the other above the fire exit each time you visit.
That said, i seem to have lost the insights that once came so clear to me. I literally filled notebooks with my musings and idle rants. If i went to another town and didn't have a notebook even to write down a simple phrase i would locate a bookstore and buy one... and a nice pen to go with it if i had forgotten that too.
This is a journey of self-rediscovery, to try and understand where i lost my ability to write compelling script and poignant prose. If i never get back what i once thought i had, was it ever any more real than Fnanik Quansi. More on that later.
