Overcome with sonder. Each face holds a venture, a reason, a purpose, a plague, an immense shame. When he's returned home he'll learn he's outgrown his condition. His philosophy - “sobriety will be the death of me”, and begins he's ascension to the divine. There's something to be said about the freedom in pain. The rejection of liberosis sickness and shame. And one could begin to explain all his sin, but one would be foolish to try. One could begin to explain all his sin but one would get lost in reason and distinction. A mess of semantics. He's a killer behold, a trophy design. A winner, a slime, a crook and a marvel. In a time of suppression he's the exception. A mongrel attempt at a improved state. A dubious attempt at improvised affection. A life of distraction. He moves just for the fun of it. Just for the fuck of it.