"I like the rain, because it hides my tears."

An aspiring writer, sort of. I guess.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit
n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like-as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.

Sonder 
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own-populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness-an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

 "We are the Pixels, standing proud, 
We are the Pixels, bold and loud, 
We are the Pixels, forever shall we win, 
We are the Pixels, let the revolution begin!"