I survive on fumes of other people's blood lust.
I am optimistic to my core; in day-to-day I practice cynicism. It's a response to desolation.
Trite representations of gender strike me as unimaginative. Our society is oversexed and under-eroticized, but I won't be the Messiah in that regard.
I'd like to live post-Apocolypse, provided a few flowers could still grow in my garden.