it’s an odd thing to subject myself to categorization my core is defiant of most compartmentalization but without the necessary compensation I’ll be relegated to degradation
so take a moment if you will to read a bit about me a life thus far lived undefined an intricate web of fluid truths surround me but with knowledge and experience I’ll no longer be confined
I don’t think that who we are, how we define ourselves, and what we do for a living are mutually exclusive. In fact, I think these are all far more connected than we would care to admit, even to ourselves. But this is only symptomatic of the fear that accompanies living by one’s own values and definitions.