I was two or three years old, sitting on the roof, overlooking the expanse as a bird would from the branch of a tree. I wanted to be an explorer, like Jacques Cousteau — the French oceanographer and filmmaker, who for me didn’t exist then. And it happened, though not exactly as I had envisioned.

Years later, as a freshman in high school, I had what some may call an epiphany — a writer. Yet I never acted on it and became involved in other things as a teenager. After several short experiences in the workforce, I went back to school and studied technical writing, which created the baseline for the explorer.

This site is an enigma. Its question is who the author really is.

The clues are in the writing, and perhaps in the way the site is built. None of them is labelled. Read closely.