I drink my water cold, swirled with frozen berries. But I prefer black coffee. Occasionally, with blasphemy, both will be consumed in one sitting. I keep my hair rarely brushed, and tied with ribbon and wear shoes flat like Anaximenes of Miletus shouted the earth to be. Life to me crests a mountain of valleys, and people, dynamite of duality, of consumed and consumer; creator, but actually destroyer. I believe in the back-and-forth method, that we are inverses of each other, and to finish our mural of unbounded potential we need each other. Secretly, I prefer to be alone. With Funfetti cake.