Far from the madding crowd. Just a quiet little backwater. A place for fragments, rewrites and exercises. Some of the old things and some new, some not-new but until now unseen things. A place to store first- and second-drafts, an attempt to avoid yet another stack of stuff on my desk, a stream-of-consciousness celebrating and lamenting the interconnectedness of it all and lastly, the pursuit of the elusive paragraph break.