Who Are You?: zeotrope@mail.com

Where Are You?: at my desk in London in an office silent except for the hum of air-conditioning and distant laughing

What Are You?: A 22 year old trying not to feel defined by my job in the soul-sapping world of advertising

What do you make?: Tunes on my guitar, websites, tunes on my computer, cds for friends, cards, cheese sandwiches and enemies

What do you love?: my friends, music, web design, nostalgia

What do you hate?: my body, my brain, my skin, corporate life, advertising, uninventive music, antibiotic resistance, mental illness, sweat, intimidation, anxiety, panic attacks, itching, helplessness

What do you listen to?: right now "in a beautiful place out in the country" by boards of canada is on repeat to make me feel anywhere but sat at this desk in a corporate advertising office in london

What do you watch?: Flash movies and alan partridge

What do you drink?: water and ribena

What do you smoke?: nothing. ever.

What do you take?: even though I know they're useless rip-offs...probiotics and vitamins. And also beta-blockers.

What do you believe in?: nothing

When We Were 16

Where were you?: sixth-form

What were you?: a slightly happier and more outgoing young chap

What did you wear?: grungy stuff - corduroy, DMs, flannel shirts

What did you listen to?: pearl jam, nine inch nails, soundgarden, stone temple pilots, rage against the machine...

What did you watch?: the simpsons, alan partridge

What did you love?: music which made me cry, art, guitars

What did you hate?: classical music, money, jobs, feeling stupid

What did you drink?: baileys, guinness, water

What did you smoke?: nothing

What did you take?: erythromycin, minocycline, oxytetracycline, beta-blockers and selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors

What did you want to be?: a healthy and happy singer/songwriter

Who did you fight?: my dad

Who/What did you believe in?: nothing

Where did you go?: local pubs, into london, into the woods

What did you learn?: things might be bad now, but they'll only get worse.

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