Fiction trumps reality

The best thing about fiction is that it ends. Eventually. You write a story and at some point you think “that’s a good ending to my narrative” and that’s it. Time stops. The end. Reality, on the other hand, is endless. I’m not saying that I think I’m going to live forever. I know there […]

A secretive secret

This blog is a secret. I’m not going to share it with anyone that I know in real life. Ever. I want to have complete freedom to write whatever crosses my mind, without having to worry about losing my job or hurting people. But then why bother? Why not keep a journal instead? Although I’m […]