Hello There!
Welcome to my tiny corner of the internet.
Here you'll find a particular breed of pretentious rhetoric, or at least that's how I feel a stranger might interpret my writings.
No matter your judgment, I publish these as a relic of thoughts driven by an incessant need for self-expression.
Basis of "Why?"
Oh how I wish to see a great regression of the homogenization of spaces and manners in which we communicate.
How I wish that our increasingly online lives filled with copious amounts of consumption could come to an explosive, riveting halt, forcing us all to come to terms with our history, condition, and our shared fate.
What lies beneath our topsoil and gardens of old, if not the cyclic birth and death of every particle or entity that ever existed?
Ask me in another 30 years, but I believe humanity's greatest contribution to itself is art.
To come to terms with, create, and build language around this condition and our relationship with it is my primal motivation.
The most pure form of suffering awaits in the wake of conquerors; it spreads like a cancer: opportunists waiting to pounce upon the latest fad "technology" to sell a dream, a paradox even, optimized individually to millions of unsuspecting victims, extending the perpetrators gap between discomfort, and dissociating themselves further from our fate and those who now reap sorrow.