DON'T PANIC!...
...Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy
Don't let the pictures give you the wrong impression.
It is only my face and my soul is so much less limited.
Colder Culprit is an adventurer. One who has seen enough that he knows that, however terrifying that dark place one shivering inch from the end of your toes feels in the pit of your stomach, it is far more fearsome to hold your words and place than to step forward.
You may miss your very Fate!
I am a fanatic believer in Fate...or God...or Destiny...or Gaia or, as I prefer to name the reason for my creation, LIFE.
Fate is not a commanding, ordaining authority but a focal point that justifies all you are or have ever done or has ever defined the intent and construction of your person,
The face of my life has already reflected so many features and characteristics over the many moments I've lived, that it could very well flash from spectacular to hilarious to hideous before you can fasten your comprehension around what you think I must be.
Colder is not unfeeling. Rather it is steeled against opposition or ridicule or propriety of other peoples measure. Colder is armor. It is fortress.
It is home and sanctuary.
Culprit has but one meaning.
The one responsible.
What has happened, what is happening, what I will do, has always been and always will be because I chose it.
I'll take the blame. I want the credit.
The pictures are those dark things in my soul. I know they are there because I have known me for a great many years. If I could lie to me...I don't see a reason why I should.
My sins are as much a part of me as my smile.
Besides, I find them...intriguing.
