I was once referred to as a Sociopath but, after explaining quite succinctly that in order to be one, you would first have to recognise and believe in the concept of society, the priests left me alone.

A new-age nihilist who firmly believes in the freedom of silence, I meander through this temporal inconvenience called life, trying to pick up the littered souls floating across the common and returning them to the appropriate recycling bins. I have no hidden depths, they are all shallows which contain only sticklebacks too spiny for eating.

So please, while as a guest in this nebulous diatribe, feel free to put your feet on the furniture and do not be concerned by the over-flowing ashtrays of my frontal lobes. Enjoy your stay, make sure to wipe your feet as you leave.