into: New worlds
not into: The void within me.
makes me happy: Your smile.
makes me sad: The emotion of sorrow.
hobbies: Boldering, hiking, rebelling
vices: I'm in between vices. You can only eat so many cats before you get sick of them.
i spend most of my free time: At the moment: Preparing.
heroes: Carl Sagan and a couple people I know.
fantasy: There was once a middle aged field worker, who would ride out on the wood fenced bed of a 1940's pickup truck every morning from the city for the last twenty years, to the wheat fields thirty miles away. Then one day he decided to change something. He ran off toward the wood line of a most intriguing forest. No man or woman had ever stepped foot within, too busy with routine, so no one had never found what he would find. The stillest pond felt not by even a breath of wind and all the sound which faded to a deafening silence. There, above the water, he gazed upon a large hovering pearl, shimmering a brilliant light, and all the wonders it possessed.
sign: Quadrahelix
most humbling moment: Every picosecond.
