A pedestrianised poltergeist. A shoulder to cry on— a who-dun-nit?! of emotively Exposed & EXPLODED theatricalities. A man of many imagined alter-egos Only None Of Them Appear To Wholly Matter Anymore… … but for the single-MOST sense of musically inter-developmental matrimony—
SHARED BOTH inescapably snared transformatively between —

His settled, RAW, red-ribbon fingers & a CELLO taped string