Good evening, this one's name is Cain, a modern day hermit and this domain its personal website. I'll refer to it by me, myself and I from now on for the sake of convenience. Life is a dream dreamed by no one. You are not real. I am not real. The clerk copying invoices, the poet scribbling verses, the drunk in the corner of the tavern—all of us are fictions, fleeting and illusionary. And yet, I'll act as if it's all real anyway.
I am also borderline mentally retarded, don't know how to write and may have self-induced psychosis. Forgive me if I come across as incoherent.