Cyrus hails from the blistery climate of Winnipeg, Canada. Having negotiated profusely with himself, he now resides in Berlin. He makes a multitude of different items that he likes to call art, and thankfully people tend to agree with his claim. If you ask him about the politics of graffiti, it will essentially be opening a Pandora's box of sorts - similarily if you ask him about being single. He has a degree in fine art a.k.a. huge student loan debt. He enjoys writing, spätzle, painting, beerpong, first dates, dumpster diving, being the last person in a movie theater, and apparently falling asleep on the train. You can generally find Cyrus frantically jotting down notes in his little book while talking to himself. He has recently been gifted a headache.