this quill has no feather…

Tonight I have begun a new journey.  Not one of spiritual enlightenment, which seems to be of all the “rage”, as they say among the world of Hollywood celebrity, but one of adaptation.  Adaptation to an age where one’s innermost secrets are laid bare upon the face of transmutable organism that still seems so incredibly alien to my senses.  Is there such thing as a secret anymore?  Sometimes, I think think not.  That the priest’s confessional is really a thing of the past, that there is nowhere we can truly turn to confide in private…and, then and again, why would we?  Are not the secrets of others what we desire most?  What fuels the mundane insanity that is modern society?  In an age where we are more truly alone than we have ever been…at least in my 400 years…  Secrets…hmmmmm… I have a few of those.

Would you like to hear my secrets? That is why I began this “blog”, isn’t it? Well, I promise, my dear mortals, as this journey begins, you will find me splaying my soul before you as I have never dared to before in the past.  I realize that others, such as the legendary vampire Lestat, have revealed themselves in a similar fashion before, but allow me to follow suit.  This shall be my nightly exhale, from the confessionary to the mundane… I beg you, be kind.

~ by vampirefaust on November 11, 2007.