Within the psyche of an office worker (he could be your neighbor, brother, coworker), there lurks his suppressions, the things that he hides: his cravings, his darkness, his art, his insides. And from the depths of this subconscious ocean, he drinks of this blog that acts like a potion. And here he doth howl of love and of scorn -- Our dear Mr. Hyde has at last been born!