Heartbreakingly self-absorbed in his misery yet irresistibly drawn to the suffering of others, Mouseketeer is the epitome of the morally ambiguous and emotionally challenged generation born in the lost era of the 90s when everything was fuzzy and fused.
He is currently undergoing a phase during which he thinks referring to himself in a third-person viewpoint is simply ubercool. So pardon his occasional narcissism.
He finds delight in small, simple things like the faint grassy scent of aged books, rolling up his shirtsleeves in the morning, secretly looking at people’s faces and turning away the moment they notice him. He leads a modest uneventful life, sans drama and attention, and he likes it that way.