The tale of a nomad (he’s perpetually on the go and I find that too relatable); how when you spend all your time being the bearer of a message (technological, religious, etc.) you barely have any time parsing the message. About how you fall in love with an idea and you are content with stopping at just that, how you understand the difference between reality and fiction yet you choose to indulge in the latter, about how the only way out of a series of binaries is though (through being the agent yourself), about how narratives are understood as their ends but perhaps the middle (with the distractions and the running around and those annoying audience members disrupting your thoughts) is where it’s at