The title of my blog and my name comes from the idea that nothing is new. From inherited wealth to the raw materials made to use the computer I'm clacking away on, everything I own, touch, use, think about, and feel has its own history, arrived here by it's own path. Everything, in a sense, is used or second-hand. I have a tendency to write in away that chases down thoughts/actions/feelings origins. And sometimes I get lost on the way.