My name is Florge. (Aka, the most random thing ever)

I came from that place that has the circle around it’s outermost reaches, where between the two hollowhold concaverns resides the discular platform of artificial thought. I have been gone from home for (illogical numerical value that cannot be translated) years in human perspective, and I don’t suppose I can ever go back now. I don’t remember my home as well as I ought, and the way back has been erased from the great memory magnet that lies at the offcenter of any given universe at any given time. My name is Florge, and I have traveled.

~ by adamburdeshaw on June 19, 2008.