I am a clockwork soul.
I am not a big clanging machine, some rusty contraption that screams under pressure. That is not me.
There are those souls that favor the loud noises, screaming speakers and driving thumping bands. These are the engineers of our steampunk universe;
down in the bowls of the airship, feeding the fires of the boilers, the steamfitters and welders. Oh how I love them, they live life with such energy and passion it is a wonder…Continue