I need a chat buddy. Preferably someone with the emotional resilience of a medieval peasant and the patience of a wildlife documentarian approaching a wounded hyena.
About me: I’m a slightly unhinged wandering goblin who somehow exists between skateparks, airports, questionable philosophy, and whatever chemical experiment my psychiatrist is reluctantly supervising. I design jewelry, argue about consciousness at 3am like a man possessed by a Wikipedia page, and treat sleep as more of a rumour than a biological requirement.
I’ve lived between Cape Town, Berlin, and Algiers, which means my personality is basically a cigarette smoked outside an art gallery during an economic collapse.
Hobbies include:
- skateboarding badly but confidently
- disappearing for 12 hours and returning with strange stories
- talking absolute nonsense with alarming conviction
- accidentally making conversations existential
- surviving entirely on momentum and nicotine fumes
If you enjoy chaos, obscure music, dark humour, philosophical tangents, and the energy of “a raccoon wearing expensive sunglasses,” we’ll probably get along.