A pair of sexy black suede pumps walk pass you as the heels click-clack against the paved concrete. Their freckled faced owner glances, cheeks peaking in delight, and shines a friendly gapped smile your way. Extending her hand she can’t help but say…

…Hi, my name is Melody, thanks for visiting my site.

A Time Warp with the creepiness factor of the X Files directs you to a period of two scenes responsible for my present standings…

The First, as an exhausted university student, in pursuit of architectural dreams laced with ability and purpose. But empty pockets, sour experiences, and personal negligence led to my delicate cursive inking of the final withdrawal papers.

The second, volunteering for a startup with a revolutionizing promise. A future [business] relationship, however, curdles under defeat from funding obstacles and divided minds.

Press the bright red button to progress to the state of NOW, vomit bag ready, while sitting “indian style”- [if preferred of course, not all are contortionists]

And if I promise they’re soft, will you take my hands and let me lead you through a creative story of trial and error, rejection and reflection, failure and success?