I am Manjiro. My head has always been too full. Ideas twitching, shapes slotting into my thoughts, colours I can see even with my eyes shut. I do not know how not to create ; so I draw, I strum, I click, I sculpt pixels and make noise with metal strings. I am made of strange mental images, loud silences, and sad music that makes me feel better. Sometimes it feels like my skull is a low-budget animation studio, where fragments of dreams fight to escape. I like: sketching on paper I will probably crumple later, modelling things in 3D I rarely finish, and blasting Linkin Park when reality gets too pixelated. I am not entirely sure whether this site is a showcase, a hideout, or a personal museum ; but it exists. That is something.