Stories woven by an unreliable narrator whose mind exists between exhaustion, mischievous energy, frustration, and curiosity. Sometimes the stories are pictures. Sometimes a picture would be better than a story. Sometimes the stories border on real things and people. Sometimes the stories that seem the most real are just big red herrings. However the theme is always the same:
anything worth taking seriously, is something you should just enjoy.
It’s why this sleepless imp is such a little bastard, he just cares too much.