Nordic Affairs
I remember quite vividly a time when I was completely happy. Ignorant and blissful. The girth of my problems was boo-boos and green food. As I got older, people got meaner and scarier yet kinder and friendlier all the same. My mama would tell me: "There are all kinds of people who make up this world, Peter."
There…people….make….this….world…
People make up this world.
If only you, dear reader, knew the truth of this statement.
This is the story of how I came to this world. Don't mistake it for the story of myself, or even my prologue. This is less about me than it is about the world, and the 'people' it is made of.
If nothing else, I hope you enjoy.
~Peter