I weave pathetic half-lie half-truth out of imagination. I knit them into helmets, for that I can put them on and eventually breathe a little in the dead of night. Wishing them be real enough to strangle me, I fall asleep with anxiety and melancholy that drowns me like a fish drowning in air. In short, I write weird blog posts and weird stories about things.

It’s nice to meet you, even if only in a single-direction way.

(NOTE: I may write in other languages.)