Human existence is composed of single, mostly unrelated and seemingly infinite moments that, alas, never last longer than a few heartbeats. The people we share them with are merely voices in the night. What is more devastating, violence or silence? Is death truly scarier than love?

Don't misunderstand me, I am not a pessimist; I never was; I am infatuated with this life. Wherever I go, I do what I know best, which is to create practically hopeless and potentially threatening emotionally charged situations. But this journey began thanks to a ghost, and I vow not to let other apparitions haunt it.

Consider this proposition: If god existed, it would probably be less like an old man and more like an all-seeing, all-knowing search engine. How about some digital blasphemy?