I am the craziest person you know, but the best at hiding it (mostly). I must be perfect, but I’m not. I try to appear smarter than I am, but I am probably smarter than I think. I don’t know what truth means. I don’t know how a lot of things work, but I fiddle with them until I get something – anything – from them.
I’m a scientist who has a way with words, or a writer who has a way with science. The world is filled with heartbreaking beauty, and I might like to tag along for the ride, at least just a while longer.