I am epi.
I am a nomad (by choice or profession or the will of God I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out). Sarcasm & other such subliminal messages elude me. As a result, I’ve cultivated an addiction to brutal honesty. (Honestly, I hate the ‘brutality’ of it, but it’s better than the alternative.) I love words. I love the way they can, and the way they are.
