Who I am is best explained by what I post here. It all comes directly from my soul, be it my emotional or rational hemisphere or, most likely, a mélange of both.

To read means to wander within the minds of others. Even if I don’t remember to whom this aphorism has to be attributed, I acknowledge its truth. My texts are an approximation to reality. True pain, genuine desire, exist only in the moment. And yet I devote myself to grasp with mere words what exclusively belongs to the soul.

I deal with fears, desires, pains and passions, taboos and hopes, which few would admit in themselves, but from which nonetheless they cannot escape. A major part of my texts stems from personal experiences, with which — next to an unhealthy amount of self-reflection — I try to deal by writing.