I have been called a trickster. Neither either. The big or. I live in a world without names, signs, or symbols. —Calling me anything is the first step in setting up your own delusion.— they accuse me of being a manipulator, a puppetmaster. Always dodging the question of the stringmaker, the weaver, the extradimensional bardspider. The singer of tales, tailor of veils. One way or another they land on me though. The pusher or puller. Always cut short by their blamegames.

I am blind change.