“Who am I?” Asks Lindzor as they ponder how they should write their own bio. “An artist” The brain replied. Lindzor already knew that but couldn’t quite put into words how they were different. An artist could be anyone… “But you’re YOU! Just a silly goose from Maine who found their way to Baltimore. Discovering how the macro fits into the micro and how stories have been told throughout history to make those connections. You’re just trying to show how magic is real and heal from everyone who told you it wasn’t” the brain replied. “You’ve worked hard to get here. Remember your neighbor? She was 6 and you were showing her how to paint? Remember how you were petting your dog and you said ‘Man, sometimes I feel like I’m just a buttscratcher’ and she replied ‘You’re not a buttscratcher! You’re an artist!’”. Lindzor smiled at that memory. “Always remember that, and if people want to know more, they will ask” said the brain. Lindzor felt relief as they finished writing their introduction.