I don't know what you came here looking for, but whatever it was turn around you wont' find it here.

If your looking for the poetry that was here, don't bother. The man that wrote them is gone. He finally became the wanderer he wrote about so often and, well... wandered off. Maybe one day he'll find himself and return to the work he once did, but I doubt it. Chances of him writing anything are very slim.
Don't bother looking for him, you won't find him. Don't bother trying to help him, he won't let you. Plus, there is nothing you can help with, some things a man has to do on his own. Don't feel pity or sorrow for him, he doesn't need it. Don't get angry or upset with him for taking his own work down, he doesn't care. In fact, if your reading this at all it will probably amaze him, if he is still around to actually feel that emotion again.

so go back the way you came traveler, you won't find anything here, just a memory of what was....

Well it seems people want to remember history.. to remember what was... History repeats itself every so often... but I think in this case, history has been derailed. There is no coming back for this traveler.. no walking down the path of memories... no nothing.

So for those that care, and those that don't. You can view the memory of what was by clicking me here.

Now go traveler, let this wanderer be with his thoughts.

Pet SHop BOys

"It's a Sin"

(Twenty seconds and counting...
... t minus fifteen seconds ...)

When I look back upon my life
It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin

Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin

Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand

So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin

Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to - it's a sin

It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin

(Confiteor Deo omnipotenti vobis fratres,
quia peccavi nimis cogitatione,
verbo, opere et omissione, mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa)

(Translate:
"I confess to almighty God,
and to you my brothers,
that I have sinned exceedingly
in thought, word, act and omission,
through my fault, through my fault,
through my most grievous fault")