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 puppet master, a liar, a twister of words. Always dodging the question of the string maker, the weaver, the extradimensional bard spider. 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 blame games.

I am blind change.