When you meet someone new, they are completely concealed. They have tons of balled up confidential information. I am the kind of person who wants to know ALL of it. I am curious about stranger’s secrets. Being stunned by the revealing of the unanticipated truths held behind our skin. People are mere fusion, and the surface layer is less than the beginning. It’s all about uncovering what is underneath. When I meet someone new, I crave knowledge about their make up. How have they shined differently in this world than another? It’s an extraordinary feeling when something that is relative to both people’s lives is discovered. But how will we clash? The distinctions are sometimes even more irresistible. When I read a new word, the dictionary can explain what it means. I take that concept to new relationships. When I encounter a stranger, I instantly want to understand where they are COMING FROM, literally. I don’t want them to hold back on any detail, until I know every possible inch of their lives. I don’t know why I find this information exceptionally important. I just wanna know, what I can know, and what will they allow me to know, about what is hiding beneath this new face. Your face. Who are you?