Who Are You?

I am a student, not just of architecture, but of human nature and all it's fallacies. I am tall, relatively that is, and have a mop top of dark hair, which, intriguingly, was bleach blonde for the first few years of my life. I have hazel eyes that flit from golden to green to brown depending on my mood, or more importantly, what I'm wearing, and for this I blame my inability to notice the colour of people's eyes. I claim to view eye colour as a temporal, fleeting adjective that might, or might not, have anything to do with who you really are, and what soul is lurking behind that window.

I love music, and reading, and swimming. I'm a writer without a novel, an artist without a canvas, a sportsman without a sport. I sing when I'm alone on the elevator and I always trip on sidewalks. I like walking in the rain and sleeping in the sun. I still put the sticker from a piece of fruit on the back of my hand while I eat it. I wear three rubber bands on my left wrist, and feel naked if one of them breaks. I haven't worn a watch since 1st grade. Or a baseball cap. I have a tendency to not pay attention when you're talking to me. I fall in love with someone new every day. I'm a daydreamer. I'm a believer. I'm a romantic.

I'm your new friend David.