I'm a maze of a mess of a mass hysteria. The right words open corridors to the answers you seek but may just trap you there. I'm nobody special and will probably remain so forever, but all the better to get that shot of unknowing vulnerability in your eyes. I'm far less, and more, bitter and strange and full of oddities this this implies. I fall in love with the line of buildings and a nice sweet breeze.

Kids and animals like me.