If, for whatever reason, you find yourself so utterly bored shitless that you decide to contact me… Don’t. Instead, (re)read my work, or a book, draw a picture… Write a book- or take the water-boarding challenge and flush your head periodically in intervals of six or seven times*. In short, I am not worth talking to (and if you are this bored then, well- you probably aren’t worth listening to, either). I am anonymity, and I am for a reason. Sometimes when you put a face to a piece of art it ceases to represent anything more than the experience(s) of the person- and not the people for whom it exists.
Nothing personal, literally.
*This is a joke. If you die due to toilet drowning, I am not responsible.