Born in the Interzone, on some point in the past, Sr. X grew up in an old church reconverted to television set, and was brought up by a pack of dystopic economical analysts. These facts made him develop a strange affinity for floral patterns, cardboard boxes and confined spaces. When he’s not answering e-mails from Nigerian princes in distress or recollecting dodo meat, he maintains deep telepathic conversations with some sort of striped being.

And sometimes, he paints.

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