I know what the answer is. A grunt. A shrug. An, "I'm alright, actually, how are you?" while inside something curdles, like milk left to spoil. These days, we're all afraid of authenticity. We would rather click a button than shed a tear, rather share a selfie than tell that special someone we love them. Our insincerity is like a cancer, eating away at our insides, demanding everything from us, except for the truth.

But here, we don't have to worry about that.

Here, we can come as we are.

Here, we can find our way.

Here, where our so-called "friends" and "family" can't find us, where our "coworkers" can't damage us, where our "bosses" can't scrutinize us, where our spirits are free to roam like the playful children we know them to be, we can, at last, be safe. Be happy. And maybe, if we're very lucky, finally find the answer...

This is a personal blog. A communal blog. A microplastics blog. An oasis. Your self - in all of its (un)natural glory - is welcome here, whether you are Flickering, Glimmering, Glistering, or even a Matt. We are all human, gliding towards a future where all are Bedazzled. All are at peace.