’There are always two ways to look at anything ? in light and in dark. Bright light always scorched my eyes. So I ended up looking at things when it was dark. Light defined and darkness defied. And I kept searching for that defiant definition, kept looking for those wayward shadows that those bright beams of light caused the things to cast. No, I can?t stare at the sun. Please don?t tell me how bright and cheerful the world is. I won?t believe it!. Think, its in my interest to keep you interested in my interests. But alas! there is nothing remotely interesting about my interests because I am usually disineterested!