Without the camera, it almost sounds like some strange private encounter with a lover you do not fully know yet. Nervous. Vulnerable. Curious. A little turned on by the moment, and I do not mean sexually. I mean activated. Captivated by what might happen next.

There is time to write and write without worrying that someone might wander past and catch an unfinished thought sitting naked on the screen. There is privacy for stupid ideas to become interesting ones. There is music, wild imagery, old movies, strange muses, bad decisions, beautiful mistakes, and that familiar obsession with anything dark, creepy, intriguing, or just a little bit sexy...

Can you kiss me more?