The reports of my ego death are greatly exaggerated.

I have a web presence, again, after many years of digital detox, I am sorry to say. I’d say I’ve emerged a wiser, completely unburdened man, but that would be mostly a lie.

If you’re here, expect an unfiltered, eclectic collection: weird sketches, deep dives into personal philosophy, and the occasional rant about life’s absurdities. No polish, no algorithm-chasing—just raw, honest writing.

Consider this a digital home for thoughts that refused to stay in a private journal.