He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger… He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Socially awkward, painfully aware (ASD) with an overdeveloped sense of empathy – doing my best to understand and navigate the human condition. Sometimes funny, always sleepy, artist, writer, thinkerer.