I would describe my alter ego as an invisible non-entity drifting in and out of places. I’m not sure if it’s symptomatic or causal, but nonetheless I’m more or less in suspended animation. I aspire to be Henry Darger. An outsider artist few words, but many pages. His 15,145 page novel is called “The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion”.
There exist only three photographs of the man, but everything else that is written and cut up into collages is forever remembered in the history of outsider art, yet he made it clear to his contemporaries that his artwork were to be burnt upon his death. Therefore, it is fair to conclude that he produced the purest form of art.
As for the cycling trip itself, I’ve had some experience cycling free-handed, using only my body to steer myself. contrary to popular belief,I feel that helmet weigh me down and interrupt my line of sight. On the other hand, I feel that shoulder pads and knee pads cause a lot of abrasions. I’m okay with people listening to music as it cancels outside stimulus and traffic noise. I would go as far as to say that those rich tossers on their thousand dollar carbon fiber bicycles and migraine-inducing bike lights are more of a threat to pedestrians.