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"Ey ziyân u ey ziyân eu ey ziyân u ey ziyân
Hûshyârî dar miyân-e bî-khudân u bî-hushân"

What a loss, loss, loss, loss it is
to remain sober among the intoxicated and the unconscious!

-- Amir Khusrau

i wear colourful jewellery. I have 6 bizarre dreams every month. I look forward to them and write them down. I love the smell of rooibos and caramel in hot water. I get wet in rains. I like hanging out in the oldest dirtiest parts of cities. Sometimes at night. I love beer that tastes like those old russian folk tales. I keep running into people like me and find that extremely frustrating. I record sounds. And look for those that I've never heard before. I covet old unsophisticated motorbikes. I love sticking my head out the windows of anything I travel in, to get my hair dirty in the wind. I have often tried to get lost in the woods, and failed. I stare into wood fires for hours. Because I love the smoke and the feel of the ash. I pretend intellect and achieve dissonance. I use words like drugs. I love kayaking alone. I want to own a pink and blue '68 Cadillac. And drive it down the Grand Canyon. I've never been to New Orleans, and that is the preeminent tragedy of my life. I love walking on gritty earth. I love music that wants to speak to the whole world. I hate that there is so less of it. I want to drift all my life. I like saying sentences with "you humans" in them. I like sitting in silence with people I can talk with. I used to make furniture out of cardboard cartons, but they broke. I like talking to people about wonderful things and watch them turn away puzzled. I like befriending waitresses and bartenders. I love taking cultures and mixing them. I like cocktails as well. I love the smell of thyme in hot olive oil. I love deconstruction. I am an atheist, and love wandering in old temples and churches. I am sometimes afraid without reason. I love carnivals. I love the sound of endless rhythmic drumming. I write haiku in bars. I have no pictures of me. I hope I will never be understood.