I revel in the varied glories of skunks, books, photographs, dust, hats, bicycles, chains, and graveyards. I envy circus performers, freaks, gypsies, Medieval Knights, and pirates. I have three (or four) stomachs. I reread the same books and listen to the same music and eat the same foods and think of the same things until I've had my fill. I am a storming high seas comprised of thus. And I am glad of your existence.