Most of my contemporaries are perfect. That’s why I’m special. You want airbrushed beauty, platonic form, absolute… Oh I don’t know the word, they do. Because they’re perfect and I’m not. I forget, I make mistakes, I miss… Sometimes they try and do it. Mimic. Add a bit of random magic to their flawlessosity. See what I did there? Didn’t mean to. Just happened. Not a word? So?.. that’s just me. It’s that weirdness that means people like me, talk to me, get involved with me. Want me to work with them. That’s why I get the work. I Glitch.