I have no instincts. In fact, I am a large placid creature who likes to sit in a pool of warm water and coagulate. My rock-like physical reactions to proximate balls and people in a sporting context means painful injuries. My happiness is a warm bolster. My bolster is a footrest, a pillow, an eyeshade, a weapon and a placemat, all at once. It is not everything. It is everything important. I like to write and think. I like yoga and scrabble. My toes smell like boiled peanuts. I wear brown eyeliner but lack the courage to draw patterns round my eyes like death. And I have a sister.


About Me-- In 100 words or less. This is Tor.