disguise

My mind is a whirlwind and a silent forest. It is a book store packed with empty knowledge of empty days.

I am my mind and my mind is highly adaptable yet stagnated.
Or am I both my mind and body? Impractical questions embedded into an irrational life.

Ask me anything. I'm open if in exchange I may devour your soul

Natural sciences, psychology and philosophy, all sorts of arts, new concepts and ideas, animals, depths of darkness and flights of imagination in the bounds of logical reasoning. Oh, and insightful and deep conversation.