Who? It is never easy when you are a lot more than the singular person you are. Even more so when your many selves cannot surface and manifest their true nature, leaving the corporal frame in which they reside a hapless convolution of conflicts and disguises, tempered only by a cultured sense of conformity and compromise.

I am a poet and painter, thriving in a corporate culture where accuracy, numbers and processes rule the day. I am forced to desert that which nourishes my inner self, only to save the mortal me. Despising the capitalism that runs the world, I am forced to embrace it in order to survive, going through the motions of being a working man-- perpetually discouraged to take on the pen and the pallete again and again.

Here, hopefully, I can be myself.