An Arts graduate, with honors in English, and then a postgraduate for the same; the author has held and built his presence with, within and around the traditions of artistic literary expressions, for he thought them "cool".
Oftentimes a busy dreamer too busy dreaming to dream, he could be found traipsing along, or spending time on and belong with nearby benches that he might come across, preferably in the uncrowded anywheres, mostly known or maybe somewhat unknown.
Tendencies all of which are still likely maintained.
For when wandering around in a monochrome town, where no one really laughs yet everyone's a clown; one can't help wondering about, be lost in found.
Thinking what's the point of labels in a world without logos now?