Sometimes I try to find meaning in the mess. We all do - it’s the human condition. Especially since the world keeps sucking and dying… and sucking… and dying some more.

But alas, in this great decline, my outlet remains the one thing of order. I bear my fruit unto thee who dost read. Enjoy.

Simply but complexly put, my writing (not in a professional way at all) is a journey of self-discovery. With a THICK side of shitposting.

Each piece is experimental, a chance to reflect on the entropy of life and the complexities within me, as well as learning the ways of writing. Writing becomes an outlet for all the things one can't always say, a process of self-construction. I’m currently navigating the experiences that make up who I am and everything around me in an effort to figure out who I want to be. Through this, I feel around blindly for meaning in the chaos, slowly piecing together my own being and purpose. We’ll see if it actually takes me anywhere, or just deepens my existential crises (yes, plural).

p.s. I tend to write more when I’m sad, but don’t be fooled - I am a fairly happy human.