I write to let a feeling pass through me. I write to make sense of the world around me, my place in it and most importantly, dear readers, to keep myself in check with my own thoughts. I am no writer or a thinker but a mere vessel for what lies within us all half asleep and half awake. Be ready to be pulled into a world of ideas and social commentary.
We are condemned to be able to scratch the surface of our own consciousness and writing is my singular portal to what's beneath and otherwise shut to me.
Aside from my writing pursuits, my days are spent in the service of the order, analysing markets and operating commercial ventures in fintech and manufacturing.
Poetry, stories, independent films and arts have their ways to move me.
I am ever fascinated by the unseen, something beyond our understanding, the arcane that calls out to us. Essays here often invite the reader to peer into the abyss of our collective consciousness that makes us all human. I do not offer anything that resolves, only essays from the roads travelled slowly to outrun the mind for an hour.
The need to write down my thoughts feels visceral, appearing to string together ideas and observations from the skies. These thoughts arrive like waves in the ocean with a few pearls of ideas I attempt to string into a necklace out of.
I have published blogs and poems on the legacy blogspot site. Archived here.
A novel is taking shape; you will hear it here when it's ready.