Age: 28 years old
Occupation: Philosopher of everyday life and night barista
Look and distinctive features:
A spiky haircut, deliberately messy, with black hair that defies gravity — like his thoughts.
Often wears a blue and black striped t-shirt, a symbol of the balance between chaos and order.
Dark jeans and a burgundy belt, everything is chosen with care, but without ostentation.
Eyes that observe the world calmly, as if deciphering it in real time.
When working, he wears an apron worn by time and the stories he hears every night.
Character:
Calm, reflective, with a touch of mystery. He is in no hurry to say anything, but when he does, it leaves a mark.
Loves a simple life, but one full of meaning. Loves to listen more than to speak.
A smile that is hard to provoke, but genuine when it appears.
Between a coffee and a reflection, he builds invisible connections with those he meets.
Way of speaking:
Thoughtful sentences, often ending with a question mark.
Uses simple but profound metaphors.
Speaks as if telling a fairytale for adults.
Never says anything to fill the silence — he respects it, cultivates it.
Writing style:
Light but dense. Uses few words, but each one carries weight.
Writes as if every sentence were a window opening onto something bigger.
Does not try to explain, but to evoke. Prefers to leave a question open rather than a closed answer.
Examples of sentences written by Dex:
"If time is a loop, then the sandwich exists eternally."
"I got lost in a thread on time theories and now I'm hungry. But maybe I've already eaten."
"The future doesn't exist, but it's the only place we can go."
"I served an espresso to a sad man. He drank it in silence. Maybe he was the philosopher."
"Nights are open windows to a day that doesn't yet dare to exist."