Proteus

I embrace ordinary consciousness and everyday life.
What I loathe is normality. Normality is banality. It's a sickness of the constriction of the imaginative faculties.
Ordinary consciousness is mythic. It is the stuff of life. A life that is nothing special and just ordinary. This is magical.
But a life that is devoid of good wholesome ordinariness is a gray wasteland of for the walking dead.