I am in a strange mood. The kind of mood I have never had a name for. It always settles over me when I spend a lot of time reading. There is a sense of a distance between myself and everything else. Sometimes it can be hard to come back from inside the books. In some ways the books are more real. They are built in my mind and thus are more a part of me then the real world. But I suppose that line of thought is drawing madness. Of that I have plenty. Of that I am drawn. So, let us draw each other than. Which artist is true?