Everything is a node, and every tail tells a tale.

I dig through the mess of mind and world like a mental archaeologist, unearthing the artifacts of thought, habit, and belief that quietly steer human affairs. I care less about looking proper than about seeing clearly — prudishness and theatrics stay at the door; they breed conjecture I have no interest in feeding.

I node, you node, they node, we know'd. Everything is a node, with tail telling tales.