Welcome To My Basement...

Abandon hope all

ye who enter here

You’ve stumbled into a strange corner of the internet. Not the kind that screams, not the kind that begs for attention. Just a quiet place—half-dream, half-diary, entirely real.

This is my sanctuary. My landfill. My bedroom ceiling at 3AM. This is where I pour what's left of me when there's no one else to catch the overflow.

Some things you’ll read here might feel like essays. Others, like confessions. Most will make little sense unless you're the kind of person who finds comfort in existential dread, in watching pixels flicker, in thinking too much and saying too little. If you’re here, you probably know what I mean. I write about anything, really.

About books I never finish. Thoughts I never meant to think. About being alone, but not necessarily lonely.

There’s no audience in mind—I'm not here for applause. If you're reading this, you’re either lost or looking for something. Either way, welcome. Stay. Or don’t.

Click around. Read whatever feels right. And if anything here makes you feel understood, then maybe this isn’t just for me anymore.