What do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?

Someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

(I take photos compulsively, let them sit there for an undefined time, then I find them again, look at them anew, and re-signify them. I hope you’ll forgive the mess of my gallery. After all, if the universe leans toward chaos, who am I to oppose entropy?)