I inuit you wish to live through me. I am apprentice to no mask maker, I will never hide with you nor from you. I come out to play and so should you. We may conceal ourselves in anoymity, yet we are the truest, the most genuine. Together we’ll be damned!

A double life for most of us, followed by the realization that it does not stop at two. Some, out of desperation, looking at the hourglass, find a quick fix to appease the gods by cheating. The fastest route, a cheap old trick from the lower barracks. I reject and discourage this practise.

You become a thief to trust, a producer of toxic waste that melts down walls and ceilings of any foundation that it touches.

I call out men and women alike to mend themselves first. If you see someone’s stuffing leaking out of their seams… move away. Check your seams regularly. Do not risk exposure. Become self made.

What are you now? What were you then? What will you become?