




My baby
My dream home is either:
- An ancient Greek temple where I may receive prophetic visions
- A gothic cathedral with plenty of alluring vampires
- An old library filled with first-edition books
- A forest clearing with many friendly cicadas trying to eat me
- A quiet manor in the English countryside with ivy creeping up the walls
- Wherever the ghost of Shakespeare lives

“The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps - we must step up the stairs.”—
I’ve sang louder
using tools that I grasped in my own hands
than with a man that wished
to hold me






