Academia makes you believe that you have to write a certain way to convey yourself.



I’m interested in creating reality from fantasy, using my body as the portal.

I emerge from hiding into a place of vulnerability.

I am discovering.

I am questioning.

I am fucking angry.

I want to be the spring during winter

giving warmth

blooming out of death

This is not an exercise in narcissism, but instead a form of rebirth.

I invite you, to interact and to come along for the ride.

Anxiously Hopeful.