It's the story that draws me in, compels me to linger, to orbit, before moving on.
Every person, place, and thing has a story. Stepping stones, you know? Each stone, each pause, a chapter, a moment worthy of telling, of conveying. I don't care how it's presented as long as it's presented magnificently, with conviction, with a mortal potency. Go ahead, make me laugh, make me cry, make me fall in love with you. Death is merely a passage to me. With each story I experience I die, I'm reborn, enriched. Let me get you a drink, we have much time. Now, tell me a story: yours.

Artist
Writer of stories
Survivor of death and a broken heart
Journeyman of the psyche
Player of games
Romantic
Modernist
Intellectualist
Barfly with a preference for martinis
Solitary figure
Partner in crime

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