Hi, I’m Logen. Above is a picture of me. My friends think I’m crazy. I agree, though I can’t explain why.

My head brims with stories, which I’d soon like to pen. They come to me when I dream, fantasise or feel depressed. They act as a talisman against my reality that sometimes is sad. I fear it.

Reality is what we perceive to be true, while fantasy is what we hope will exist. The line is blurred between the two. One can only be hopeful.

Logen