The beginning
Hello. Here's the first piece of prose that I wrote since the end of the thesis. There was a poem written on the spur of the moment at a wedding that was technically the first thing, and it was important to me, but it also kind of sucked and I don't have it anyway. This isn't fiction but what the hell, for the record's sake:

submitted for review:
The problem is not that I am alone, but that I ever believed that someone else could bridge the miles between me, myself, and I.

The solution, then, is nothing less than reshaping the ground upon which I live. The solution is to reunite the trinity: to bring body, mind, and dreams together into the self that will always be my companion. For some time, I've looked for a purpose that electrifies me into a state of belief. The solution is this mission of simultaneous excavation and construction: a capital project completed only in the death that vivifies us.