Tyler talks a lot and all the time. He talks about everything with an intelligent look, holding a cigarette between his teeth. The words are loud, beautiful and too true. It is virtually impossible to doubt their reality. Tyler is too convincing. Too much.

You listening to Tyler and don't want to puke at his words. They awaken something incredible in you. It is very similar to admiration and true delight. Tyler always talks for hours, it's impossible to shut him up. He is not distracted by external stimuli and continues and continues to explain the harm of some kind of consumer culture. He talks about sex even when children and moms with strollers are passing by.

Tyler speaks loudly in bars, on the street and at home. Tyler has no fear of being heard. He longs for this, considering it his duty to enlighten people in the truth.

He's driving you crazy with his words. And Tyler knows about it, smiles and keeps talking, watching your reaction. It makes Tyler laugh, and there's nothing you can do. Your mouth closes when Tyler opens his own. You're still silent and just blinking, trying not going insane because of the way Tyler says the words. He doesn't do it like ordinary people, but like some kind of angel descended from heaven. Well, a man can't talk so sweetly! Can’t.. And yet Tyler feeding you with his words.

I’m Jack's immense curiosity.

You love listening to Tyler. Other people make you want to cough so much that lungs come out and you suffocate from lack of air. It's only the members of the support clubs who don't piss you off. But they are a completely different case. They should talk so that you can sleep peacefully and not suffer from eternal insomnia, which dilutes the brain and drives you crazy.

But now you're comforted by Tyler's speeches.

"Are you going to keep just listen to me or, perhaps, have some questions or your own thoughts?" Tyler asks, smiling broadly and tilting head to side slightly.