I'm a simpleton, a man of few words, yet I am known for many. There is no fame to be acquired here, I'm too under the radar. One day I imagine myself relaxing in the hills of ancient China in a temple, meditating for the soul upon that which is good.
I propose a question, who are we? Humans perchance, but vessels for greater purposes. I sit here tonight, in a dark room, the greenlight makes everything seem as though I rest in a jungle. Soft music plays, it's ten-thousandth repeat on Itunes. Boy With A Coin.
Obio, my name for the unknown in my mind, On.Bias.In.Opinion.