So glad to meet you, Angeles.

Considerably and knowingly I am powerless to my obsessions. I am not a victim as I am not helpless, or naive. I am not slaved, only enslaved. I am not a labourer to my subconscious but an obligated and honorable member to everything familiar, but nothing known. Being an analytical skeptic, I can recognize and define with no expressional relief aside from under appreciated digression and articulation. Exploring the hidden parts of yourself, there is a continual reminder that the strangest accommodations are the commodities in which you are most familiar.