if you can't unify platforms and media, you are isolationist what purpose do you serve but to hide from the world? i guess that's what dreams are made of illusive escapism as if in a dream....
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hills greet the dawn; The lark’s on the wing; Feathers unfurled; God’s in His heaven— All’s right with the world! ~pi
I didn’t sail on any sea and yet I know i tack to lee above the heaven inside me starboard zephyrs carry me the mast grows tall upon the hull and so I keep hoping you will gently guide my ship over the ocean and above the squall ~pi