For a writer, there's nothing so delicious as soaking the first inks into a blank page. Any page, be it derived from pulp or pixels. Even as I add this room to my hypertext sanitarium, I don't know what will end up here. Links will sprout sporadically, like those little thoughts -- from genius to guilty snickers -- that flicker in the crossroads between day and dream. My thoughts fly fast and furious... it is here I will let them splatter.