Let me get it straight. Your father was king. You were his only son. Your father dies. You are of age. Your uncle becomes king." "Yes." "Unorthodox.

Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.

I burn with no causes.

I'm offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.

There's something scary about stupidity made coherent.

My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.

Plays...Maidens aspiring to Godheads and vice versa!