My name is Darren Samuels, and this is my life, I’m a wanderer, I walk alone, beneath the moon, amongst the shadows, and forever lone, but you’ll find that’s just how I like it. You see, there’s a certain kind of silence the night carries with it that I've grown to be so familiar with, and as the sun fades away out of sight nearing the end of each day, the streets empty, and you lie down in your comfy beds to sleep, it is in that moment that I truly awaken, I live nowhere, but everywhere, this city, these roads, they are all I've ever known, but oh do I know them.


I was born in Neslington in 1936, left to grow in an old beaten up orphanage by the only two people in this world that may ever have understood me, who might have been able to accept me for who I really am, what I really am, and maybe they could have helped me figure out just what that is. As the years past I grew more and more tired of my life there at the orphanage, for no matter how accompanied I was there, I still felt alone, invisible and completely dissimilar to the others, and on one very still and starlit night I decided it was time for me to leave those dusty brick walls behind.


And just like that, as I crept slowly out of that heavy arch topped door and was met by the cold stone pavement in front of me, I began to walk, on and on, for what felt like hours, with absolutely no sense of direction, no known destination and all but one purpose, to be at one with nothingness, so that I myself could be my only comparison, so that all of what was seemingly unordinary about me, could become ordinary, so that I could feel what it was like to feel indifferent.