I’m a Fofer. I live on a special secret island called Fof. It’s a beautiful place full of massive trees reaching into the clouds. There are many wildflower meadows, a river and a lake, and everywhere you look is the deep blue sea. We ride bicycles and only use boats we can sail or row, so we have no use for asphalt or cars or loud motors. We grow enough vegetables to feed everyone and live in houses built of the wood and rocks we find here. I’m a singer-songwriter. My friends are sculptors, philosophers, house builders, fisherfofers, twig furniture makers, writers, bakers, foragers and farmers.