Writing is a relatively new passion of mine, but the one I know is my ultimate goal. In the current state of the world, I think being a storyteller is more important than it has been in a long time. In a world where many people struggle to see the future, fiction and storytelling can help inspire new ways forward that the bounds of reality just can’t quite inspire. There are stories I feel need to be told, for young and old alike.

Additionally, with the rise of AI and the slow death of creativity, I hope to show that truly anyone can create. Despite my own struggles with technological dependence, my struggles with commitment, my struggles with art and the creative vision, despite everything, I shall create. If I can do it, anyone can.

And finally, a more esoteric reason… I do not have dreams. I have had less than a dozen dreams across my life. Not dreams that I could remember, but dreams as a whole. Dreams, for many, act as a form of escapism. A nightly retreat into the fantastical away from the struggles that seem to slowly close in as reality tightens its grip. It’s a blessing I am robbed of. So, if I am not granted the blessing of natural fantasy, I choose to make my own. I craft dreams for the restless such as myself.