>A Million Clamoring Voices

>I have this horrible obsession with wanting people to hear what I have to say. Perhaps this is the reason I keep up this readerless blog. I can't say that I'm looking for fame, or for people to know my name, or for people to even associate my ideas with me. I would have the best time in the world operating under a nom de plume, obtain a stage name, wear a mask when I'm in public, leave the masses clamoring for words from this mystery, and not care about who is producing them, but rather what he's saying. If that makes me egotistical, I'm sorry. You can just get over it.

All that being said, I recommend that you keep your eyes open, your ears attentive, your minds ready to accept something incredible coming in the pretty near future. Is it coming from me? Maybe. But probably not. You'll just have to be kept in suspense, I suppose ;)

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.