Nice meeting you. I’m Nikkos.

You’ve found me in a moment between the things I may be known for. In between reigning days and my remaining ones. In between my best ideas of what might be next.

I intend to be here a little while, and some may wonder why I wait.

Once, I asked a wide open sky to show me what I was meant for. Then, in the huge gray silence, there was a bird.

“Don’t chase me,” it seemed to say.

“I am chasing you.”