"Decided to do another that’s closer to my appearance here in the material world. I always have a shitload of work to do, so I tend towards nocturnal hours to avoid distractions or the temptation of goofing off with my wife all day. Repeated solitude generally prods me to talk to myself on the porch during smoke breaks. Usually just thinking through solutions out loud or inner dialogues muttered aloud. I thought doing two of these depictions talking to each other (one in the real world and one in my head) would visually sum up this embarrassing practice." -- Rob Jones
