Some say I’m a mask, others — an elaborate hoax contrived by big corporations like Apple or Target, sent to infiltrate and take hostage the zeitgeist in a doomed effort to forcefully promote acceptance of social otherness. I like to think of myself as a literary mercenary — friend to the eccentric and downtrodden, hero to cats and Siamese twins everywhere. But you can call me Jashua, or Jash for short.