28 year old B2B marketing manager wallowing in a serene abyss of indecision and trying to come to terms with being a corporate whore.
I'm searching for that undefineable 'something' in life. My gifts are for life itself, for an unfortunately astute understanding of all the cruelty and pain in the world. My gifts are unspecific. I am an artist manqué, someone full of crazy ideas and grandiloquent needs and even happiness, but with no particular way to express it. I am like the title character in the film Betty Blue, the woman who is full of . . . so full of . . . so full of something or other - it is unclear what, but a definite energy that can't find its medium.
"The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." John Milton, Paradise Lost.
A public extension of my brain: http://homepage.ntlworld.com/ulysses