Strangers Who’d Understand Me And My Mission, Or; My Possible Past / Future Incarnations.

It’s hard to explain what exactly drives me to commit mundane mischief, and I realize that some people just won’t get it, but here are some who would:

• Amélie Poulain, freeing ordinary people from their lives by stealing garden gnomes and composing fictitious love letters.

• Confuse A Cat LTD., and their military revue dedicated to getting house cats out of ruts.

• Willard Wigan, a man who makes houses for ants… that don’t have poison in them.

• Butoh dancers, heaving themselves across stages, half-naked and grimacing like demons, while they render and transmute death, sex, and suffering—all for our pleasure, disgust, and enlightenment.

• The kids in the Harajuku district, dressed like shark-attack victims, Victorian Punk princesses, and Martian- ravers, just because.

• A playful level 4 Poltergeist, not setting things on fire, but maybe just moving stuff and giggling.