A foreword for forewords
Standing here on the shorefront in this dismal and depressing small town made me realise, in which every day has a different point of realisation, that I was ever going to leave that dismal and depressing small town. With every wave which came crashing over the seemingly defenceless barricade came a strong feeling of angst towards myself. It was a periodic angst and would go away shortly, but in that moment I had a small pity party. It was my fault that I didn’t leave after sixth form, I had the opportunity to leave and explore the rest of this dismal and depressing country.
But to be honest that sounds like every other trademark angst novel which is aiming to discover a new form of identity. However, isn’t every book doing that very thing, a book often is a bunch of words bound together by some sort of page which shows a type of narrative, be it a narrative of knowledge but which the end of the book you should have learned something more than you didn't know at the beginning. Or as simple as the narrative of a character which passes through a variety of points in exchange for growing as a character. And either way, it will leave not only the character or narrator with a prescription for identity it also gives the reader another box to add to their identity. Another box you say well that must mean you subscribe to the ideal that you are more than just one identity, and yes that is what i think. If i had to go with the one identity then i would simply have the identity of me. However, as ia don't believe in the tight restraints of singularity identity maybe gotten from where you are born, what you eat and most importantly in my metaphor; what you read.
And it is my sincere apology to you, that it is my book that is going to change something for you. It is my identity which is woven within the tight mulch product which you are reading and in turn absorbing, you are now in this moment as much of a part of my identity as i am to you. Throughout this book my identity may leave with persistent question marks, irritations and just mere mumbles but let me reassure you, i had an identity when i started writing this and with all the most itterations a person can exclaim to a person, you most definatly had an identity from before reading this.
Most kindest of itterations,
Your faithfull and unsure author.
