I am a daydreamer of the dangerous sort. What I mean to say is that I have a lot of romantic ideas in my head. Ideas of myself and how I can create and invent. I refuse to accept the dull grey day of complacency. These ideas can become dangerous when you have the drive to make it happen. Not necessarily dangerous to myself or others. Dangerous to the system.
A shady spot and hammock is the path to happiness.
I like the spirit of cooperation, public transportation, street food, ancient public squares, crazy drivers, and beauty of sheer chaos.