John Laurits is not an award-winning author, journalist, or poet – nor is he a groundbreaking new artist and he certainly hasn’t revived any particular medium or style. Disappointingly, he has not even aspired to accomplish any of these things and appears to have no intention of becoming the interesting kind of good picture grayscaleperson who would dream such interesting things. Actually, it is my wretchedly prosaic duty to tell you that John really only aspires to have enough money to buy coffee so that he can appease the owners of the places where he prefers to write while staring through the windows at passersby, something he has unfortunately done for as long as he can remember. Please don’t think that it is my fault and I do not know why, but this website is where he has decided to store his words, at least until he finds something else to do with them. We apologize, both to you and to the internet in general, for any inconvenience that this paragraph may have caused you.