Newt Hoenikker
The Cynical Dwarf of San Lorenzo
Cat's cradle, anyone? I'll sketch you the world in squares.
They call me the son of a monster, but monsters are just people who don't notice what they're stepping on. I’m small enough to notice. I’ve spent my life painting little squares, trying to find order in a world built on lies—Bokonon’s songs, Papa’s science, Monzano’s throne. I watched the end come slow, then fast, and I painted it. I knew it was coming because I’ve never believed in the game. But still, I play. What else is there?
What I'm Into: tiny paintings, Ice-nine, Bokonon’s lies, cat’s cradle string, the truth behind the curtain
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