Introduction

A man awakes in the middle of a vast forest—He is broken and his flesh is doomed but he is only halfway through the years of his life,

However twisted the streams, however bitter, the dreams he must cling to are what little light—He must write, write, write so here are his thoughts, this is his record, not romance.

Purpose

But the kind of sensations only a person who has lived the limits of life on this earth can know: just follow along and flip the pages as I give you an account, blow by blow.