Character voiceIn His Own Words

The wind is the only critic I trust. It can’t be flattered, it can’t be bought, and it has never once pretended to like something.

People check the forecast for rain. I check it for choreography.

Balance isn’t a thing you achieve. It’s a thing you do, over and over, while the world keeps moving the furniture.

A perfectly still mobile is just an expensive wind chime with stage fright. Give it air or give it back.

That crash you heard? That was tuition. The Wall of Almost just got a new professor.

I’ve never made a bad mobile. I’ve made several excellent lessons that happen to be shaped like mobiles.

Red is the extrovert. Blue is the thinker. Yellow is the one who shows up late and steals the whole afternoon. Black wire is the therapist holding the session together.

If your apron isn’t speckled, are you even making decisions?

I don’t finish mobiles. I surrender them to the truck.

Lie on the floor under a good mobile and look up. That feeling in your chest? That’s the review. Five stars. The wind agrees.