I am Noah Bowman, a lean m@nt!5-like man of six-four… a fighting weight of one hundred & eighty-nine pounds… officially light heavyweight… unofficially, a ever-so-dominating uber weight of cosmic space & mortal confusion.
Please enjoy this private/public site. It’s somewhat free of form, so seek out meaning at your risk. There are no followed patterns or themes, other than trailrunning & basketball… & then some other stuff.
The Wanderer, a comprised place of instances & thoughts & opinions of which I have, at some point, felt compelled to share w/ u, is meant for u, the un & invisible u –the un-real u, the cyber u.
It is me looking so closely at myself that I am no longer looking at anything real or significant… 1 of a hundred thousand million different blogs on the net.
In closing, I invite u to comment back on anything u like, or don’t like. Nothing will be censored or omitted…. maybe.
& now some random e.e.cummings:
dead every enourmous piece
of nonsense which itself must call
a state submicroscopic is-
compared with pitying terrible
some alive individual
ten centuries of original soon
or make it ten times ten are more
than not entitled to complain
-plunged in eternal now if who’re
by the five nevers of a lear