From the deep, hidden and secluded area of the upper georgian mountains, to the modern metro life of normal american, the places where people live. It is in those loney, cold places of the world that most people seem to lose themselves. Yet, somehow, in my youth, I have avoided this trap of humanity, and still perfering to lose myself in the worlds created by others. Sometimes the great elvin lands of J R. R. Tolkien, with his tales of Mordor, Shadows, and Tom Babalidi. Even more modern writers such as Ann Machthe. For that matter. all others who create worlds with only their imagantaion, and paint the greatest of the romantism art with their words alone