Everything is fascinating. I'm a writer, a journalist, a thinker, a musician and a skeptic. I'm more interested in hows than whys -- how does this work, how did that happen, how did you reach that conclusion? Whys are usually unanswerable, irrelevant or uninteresting.
I doubt, I examine, I speculate. I find most social situations unbearably awkward. People are mostly okay. I read, I write, I edit. I would probably be a scientist if didn't hate math. I'm very aware of my mouth lately, an uncomfortable feeling.
I laugh, I hum, I seldom cry.
I am unafraid and yet hopelessly terrified. I sometimes wish absurdism were a viable career path. I've broken three piano strings while playing. If I lived in upside-down land, I'd wear a top hat on my feet.
Life is lovely and awful. I want to live forever.