I don't know where I am, or how I got here. I don't know who I am. I don't know how, or if, I am going to get out of here. I don't know if I'm alone. The only thing I do know is this; I must descend deep into the darkness.
Those who can read and write hold the key to knowledge and the process of thought. For some reason, I have chosen to use this gift to write about fictional cartoon ponies instead of important stuff.