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But, if you're curious about anything, I will tell you.
I don't hide anything about myself, I just don't go about broadcasting my life story.
I like the smell of old books and old things.
Waterhouse and Mucha are my favorite.
If I am to live to such an age, I want to be able to scream at kids to get off my lawn and have a peg leg with 200 cats all while showing the paper boy how to treat a woman. Zelda.
I enjoy deconstruction and reconstruction.
INFP, if that puts anything into perspective.
For the existential aspect of my self: I am a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
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