Alien from Transylvania living in London (I don't have a coffin, but I do sleep upside down). Hungarian offspring with a supposedly American accent (so they tell me).
Describing myself in great detail would be an exercise in futility, so here goes nothing: I life feeling alive. I enjoy the thrill of the quickening human impulse, stemming from a new idea that vibrates and resonates with the promise of meaning and purpose. Constantly striving to maintain an exuberant, engaged approach to things where 'you don't get used to life', with varying degrees of success. My greatest fear is probably growing tepid and living a going-trough-the-motions sort of existence.
Like people who're willing to deal with the emotional s**t of life in exchange for an inspired one. Was hugged by an actual bear as a kid.
