I like a sweet cocktail, Chopin in the rain and Nirvana in the sunshine. And none of that really matters, but I guess that's the point. I could tell you that I'm an atheist, but it doesn't mean I can't relate to the idea of a numinous experience. I could tell you that I'm a cynic, but it doesn't mean I'm immune to hope. Life itself fleeting, and the days even more so. So I could tell you who I am but the extent to which it is true would be a thing subject to flux.