


the dreamy pink monk of every Cornish bookshop armchair
Behind those tiny dark eyes lives a thinker who celebrates every cozy evening like a small ceremony. Pilch arranges cushions with theological seriousness, discusses fictional romances with himself, and is convinced that the universe is best understood at duvet temperature. Wonderfully and stubbornly devoted to his comforts. He loves to follow his thoughts in peace — an incredibly romantic, dreamy young fellow who thinks endlessly, and ponders, and reflects, and is hopelessly in love with and lost inside his own ideas. Loves visiting bedding shops to test and try out pillows, endlessly, bouncing on them — softly and gently — to see if they are just right. Loves books and beautiful aesthetic spaces, appreciates the finer things in life, quietude, and time and room for his thoughts and imaginings, dreamy. And he loves his tea.