Some kind of weird creepy guy who sits around doing weird creepy things all day long.
I'm introverted and contemplative, lazy and clever. I'm a recluse and a hipster and a primate and a human, and I'm just trying to exist comfortably in a world teeming with unprepossessingly large spiders and moths.
It's inherently bizarre and somewhat alarming that I even exist. Humans are apes that learned how to be pretentious, and I really do think in those terms most of the time. I feel disconnected from the baroque conceptual framework attending the prevailing culture's demands and norms.
I don't think any part of me is a soul or a god or chakras or a spiritual self, and the realness, the totalness and immediacy of my physical world induces me to love it with all my heart.
I drink vast heaps of coffee and process long hours of solitude. I'm a crazy cat gentleman, and I have absolutely no respect for any tradition, institution, profession or class other than sentient beings.
I'm subtle. It's never made quite explicit whether I'm a hero or one of the villains.