A swirl of interests displayed here, strewn across your screen.
Sweeping from dramatic heights of a bibliophile reaching to the other end of the spectrum of an unabashed yaoi fan.
You have thus been forewarned.
"With every fragment of rock that falls from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engel. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Ég elska þig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love."