I imagine. It's what I do best. By day, as a software engineer, I apply my greatest asset to the tasks of how best to store and manipulate digital data. But my humanity cries out for more, and so by night I turn to the written word, to my imaginary worlds, and I use them to ask of my real world, "what is our purpose here?" Modernity is congested and frenetic and haphazard. How does one survive the constant maelstrom of media, let alone make the most of his precious time here? What has happened to our relationship to the natural world? Are there right and wrong ways to utilize our vast technological resources? What about the gender and sexuality social upheaval of the past sixty years? Who are we anymore? Maybe we've always been this weird. I know I have. Welcome to my writing. Welcome to my worlds.
~ Zachary Bonelli