Bio
I SEE HIM CLOAKED in cold mist, the Fisher King, a desolate figure in a wasteland of his own making. He hunches silently over his fishing rod in a sea of silence, catching nothing except the reflection of his own shroud in the dead water. The earliest sources show him suffering a moral wounding—a result not of accident but of his own ethical failings. The wound does not heal. Worse, its effects creep out, killing everything around him so the abundance and richness of life is reduced to barren waste. The king and his environment—could be healed, not by medicine or technology but by insight.
I'm actually fairly comfortable talking about almost anything. The things I don't cover are mostly due to my lack of experience in those areas.
While I may not be permitted to give advice, perhaps together we can come up with something suitable for you.
Due to time zones and the possibility of being oceans apart, please be patient, I will get back to you as soon as I can. Or we could possibly set up a time to chat. I would like to keep most chats around 30 minutes but I won't just leave you hanging either if we're in the middle of something.
