This evening, while I was trying to concentrate on the latest part-finished text intended to target the reputation of the bad Delyan Peevski, antipode of the saintly Ivan Kostov, a genius thought occurred to me. I decided to change my clothes. You might wonder what is so genius about this. Nothing, of course. It is a daily routine for some people, but vanity is foreign to me. I put on the first thing that crosses my vision. I do not own a single mirror anyway. I bask in the love of people like me, who recognise me on the streets and shower me with attention. Once, at an LGBT demonstration, several people stopped me to tell me I was unique. They even thought I was talented.