It is no secret I desperately delve into escapism. My mind functions better in most world when compared to the nonsensical cowardly world we are forced to walk in. At times I am sure I am either a sandwich shy of a picnic basket or my escapism has bled into this world. When I close my eyes its where I go. Sometimes it is summer and caressing breezes careen gently over golden fields of grass and in between oak trees... Other times it is horrid, filled with the things I keep a tight reign on.

Nod is where my mind goes to find inspiration. It pours bed times stories and camp fire tales into this world. With out it I would be hollow.