Resale value at a minimum

Too small for my britches and too big for my brain, hence the intrigue drawn from a younger audience. It used to be the opposite: my silent demeanor and scrupulous facade tended to be interpreted as aloof wisdom at best, and a traveler's curiosity at worst; which left plenty of room for a happy medium of interpretation from all walks of life, from all levels of wrinkled faces... but now it's all smiles and laughs. All comfort and tactful engagement. All bullshit, essentially, but wasn't it always?

I spoke less when I knew more and speak more now knowing less. And write even less. Lesson in loss of face...or is it of heart?

No matter. I'm the invisible immortal; biding time to pluck, scrutinize and re-appropriate your cause with a Machiavellian tendency toward exploitation of vicarious values. I'll make you love me by becoming you, though I'll only fool the remnant vestiges of myself. Haute-coultoure.

-Andus T. the bastardizer of beliefs