About

Once, there was an explosion.

memory

The white noise that reasonates in the white darkness is the rhythm that proves you are still alive.

To write is a struggle. How difficult it is to find a voice, and to decide to whom you are writing to. The first page is the hardest, and from that, the first sentence. Or so I have been told.

The personal website of a madman. Take nothing seriously. Opinions are my own etc.

Communication