In the victorian language of flowers ivy can stand for loyalty. And yet, every ivy I've had didn't respond too well to the expected environment of "dark and humid". It's the sun they seek out. I dislike a certain type of grey-sky days. I'm ridiculously proud when I do things - successfully, preferably. I want to become an archivist, but I also want to solve crime. I don't have the heart for that, I know. So I keep to documentaries. It's the investigation of differents truths that keeps me at the edge of my seat. In the end, truth is a multitude of perspectives and rarely singular.