I am simply a guy who thinks too much. I am an antagonist. I question everything. I disassemble what is around me. I try to twist it/ undermine it/ subvert it. There is no future in my existence. I love what I do and I exist for that purpose. The concept of reality terrifies and excites me. I am baffled by those who do not spend a considerable portion of their life questioning it. I realise what I do is as meaningless as the rest of it, yet I still persist and I am content.
