On why I seldom follow well meant – but sometimes useless – advice

I do not think of myself as a writer. I see writing as a tool. My writing is an attempt to give my trips into my own rabbit holes a useful output. It is the recognition of an inevitable loss, but yet inspiring and transcendent.

I am driven by the slightest possibility of turning my sorrow into an artistic outcome, to see my work as ecstatic tools that, when consumed by others, enlightens them and cures them, if only for a moment, of their human condition. Separateness being obliterated and creating a sense of merger.