I'm a tall frame, a sharp short crop of hair, and a mind that rarely lands in one place. I create digital worlds with the stroke of a stylus, then turn around and stitch poetry out of silence — a quiet storm of colour and verse. Philosophy and psychology are my favourite playgrounds; I thrive on conversations that unravel the universe and weave it back together differently. A walking palette of bright contradictions: equal parts loud creativity and introspective depth. Try surprise me, stranger

Allow me to cling and embrace you by the shoulders. This evening — a languid, cold evening, warmed on my knees, your forearms. The word — thick Cahors, a splinter of my burning speech. And again, wrists, shoulders, humane eloquence. We are films and we are overexposed. Are we ribs, or are we women? I am making God — they are casting candles. Are you a god or not with me? With me, and for ever.