My name is Emerson Stone. Two days ago it was my birthday.
And what a birthday it was indeed.
My birth name was given to me in acclamation to the writer and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson, for I was born free from the grip of the authoritarian world; an outcast that now must roam underneath the evil eye towards the back alleys and the decrepit dirty roads. I am the outlier of the human equation, which in turn allows me to observe, and record.
My last name Stone, was given to me by the folklore from the East. This is my rock, and upon it I will build my kingdom of dissertation and free verse. As I continue to flourish, my text shall spring forth and blossom in ways I can't now even hope to imagine. My words and I are single solid movement; a stone falling sweetly down a never-ending fissure, searching only to find what's on the other side.
My search for truth is vast, and my travels have not yet begun, but here is what may be known as my beginning. Welcome to my ever ascending isle.
And with that we know that we can never return..
Emerson.
