Artist by day, incongruously literate custodian by night.
Let me tell you that I [edit: not-so-] recently razed this profile, sacking and burning my brilliant ramblings in favor of a more minimal approach to self-disclosure. For now, I'm just going to leave a few hopefully interesting things lying about, to include a potentially neverendingly growing playlist (I know, I know; you probably aren't checking these):
(when will it end?)
Uh, here's a neat quote about making a date (in Japan):
"the body exists, acts, shows itself, gives itself, without hysteria, without narcissism, but according to a pure--though subtly discontinuous--erotic project. To make a date (by gestures, drawings on paper, proper names) may take an hour, but during that hour, for a message which would be abolished in an instant if it were to be spoken (simultaneously quite essential and quite insignificant), it is the other's entire body which has been known, savored, received, and which has displayed (to no real purpose) its own narrative, its own text."
--Roland Barthes, Empire of Signs.
Don't worry, you'll get to know me.