I consider myself a master of being cryptic. Coding a language to help express my true feelings, frustrations and fears. Coded for protection, it used to be therapeutic to communicate through this medium. I felt a sense of release and relief sharing because of the ambiguity of it all. There was once comfort with my cryptic messages married with nonchalant images of me posing on a street corner. A way to discuss without seeming unattractive or PSA-like.