In my defense, I’m VERY tired today…
His name was Moonstruck Vanguard Thermidor. He was highly intelligent and well read, considering his background and associated prospects.
Moonstruck realised at an early age that he did not fit in. The other woodlice who lived under the log showed no interest in sneaking into houses to crawl onto smartphones: trying to generate enough pressure on the screen to search the web, read ebooks, tweet and generally connect with the world. Moonstruck wondered what his online friends would think of his physical form. Whether they would be any more accepting of his body than his neighbours were of his mind.
Tom Juniper Poetry 