You know who I am, read my words, know what I feel, get dirty in my ink, but you don't know me. And this exchange is reciprocal, because I know who you are, your secret wishes and fears, I see you on the street, I know the color of your skin, but I don't know you. And, from this know without knowing, this avoid of looks, this anonymity and exposure, our complicity is born: author and reader; creator and character.