"Though everything about me is drab and predictable, do not storm, strife, and tragedy rage within me?" --Victor Hugo, The Last Day of a Condemned Man
"...you could not escape, you could never make yourself into a different person; that even if enough faith and time remained for you to make yourself into something different, you probably wouldn't want to change yourself; and even if you did want to, you wouldn't do anything because, after all, perhaps it wasn't worth while to change." --Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
In my own words, this is the writing journal of corpruga. Welcome, and enjoy.