My fingerprint determines who I am, and the circular swirls reveal my whereabouts, wherever I am. Let me cut through the chase. I am always alone in my private space. Where I'm secure from the disturbing noise that may confuse my day. Because I know now that I thrive best at night. In my quiet room reading many books beneath candlelight. Because the only electricity is stored inside my brain. Where busy activities maintain a logical terrain. Around a secure boarder, no one is allowed to approach to late. Where rectangular...