To start, I am no one. Just a mystery that reads. And rants. If I had a cloak, I’d wear it twenty-four seven. I’d slip through the streets like a ghost. I’d finally be living my life.
If you think you know me, you don’t. If you think you want to, stop. If you want to buy me flowers or some fancy electronics, well…okay. You can do that. Anything else is unacceptable.
Now, let’s begin.
