I don’t have much to say. I don’t talk about myself, especially to myself, so I can’t talk to other people about myself. But I can listen. And I think I listen well. And from listening, I can identify what is relevant about myself. But I don’t have an internal dialogue most of the time.
I am a chamber of non-chalance.

But I do something. I have ideas, some of them sound weird.

I take pictures.

I make sounds.

Sometimes, I put them together here or here.

I also sell stuff.