To whom it may concern;

I'm writing more on www.bloggingbackstage.com now, though with all my theatre stuff, it's getting more and more difficult to keep it updated...

I have a friend who is a special kind of insane. One who thinks like no one I have ever met, whose logic can either solidify or shatter their own arguments, and greatest shortcoming is their very own mind. He is the kind of genius we reserve for films and fiction, yet he is living in this very world. I sometimes wonder, though, if that is the kind of man the world needs.

He was once a much closer friend than he is now. To say that he is even a friend now could be to push the boundaries of exaggeration. The name sits idly by in contact lists and friend feeds, but behind the mask of relative silence and slow progression, I know there is a bubbling mass of thought that I could only hope to cultivate.

I need not tell you his name, though perhaps by the end of this description you will know who it is that I am talking about. For those of you who think it could be myself I speak of, fear not, for I am not that vain and self centred to write about myself in such a fashion. No, he is but merely a satellite about my life, but one which still carries significant information.

Unaware, he may be, of my writing of him at this very minute, but knowing me as he full well does, I would expect that he has picked up the subtleties of this text and realized full well that it is him that I speak of. You see, I keep an extensive collection of information at my fingertips at all time. Emails numbering in the thousands, text messages in a steady stream, and hundreds of megabytes of data stream through the air to my laptop. I also have subscriptions to the casual writings of various people I have encountered, and keep track of each one through the system of RSS. Now I'm sure I have bored most of you to tears with that, so let's get back to the main argument.

This man, this genius, and friend, may have all but forgotten I exist.

He will also one day, I believe, change the world.


You see, radical thinking is paramount in this economy, yet no one seems to take any part in it! That is why I often read, with much trepidation, each and every published word from this man. To think, that he could, on a whim, end a relationship without even knowing the true reason behind it?

I suppose I cannot fully comment on the situation, seeing as I have not been briefed on the details, but I suggest that it was simply a complete and utter faith in his own self that it came from. To sense a feeling within oneself, and to fully and completely trust it, and to act on it, is something extremely exciting, to me at least.

I must,  however, leave this analysis for another time. To my friend, a drink or two, perhaps?