I won’t even try to discern fact from fiction here. I can’t.

But I won’t intentionally or consciously obscure the truth. If or when I do it’ll be because I believe it to be true; a past version of me spun a tall tale and consequently the me writing this now eventually believed it to be true. The stories we tell ourselves are powerful things.. they have their use but it’s a difficult world when we all live together alone in our own stories..

this is the story I’ve been writing myself. Consciously and unconsciously. Real and imagined. Free will and fate coexisting. Paradox is a central theme here. It’s the most exhausting dance in the multiverse.. you will judge me, you will judge my writing, my actions, my words, my lifestyle, my philosophies, beliefs, ignorance and naïveté. You will judge my existence and that’s okay cuz we’re human for now and that’s what we do. We can’t help it. I just ask that after you’re initial unconscious and pre programmed judgement you take a moment and ask yourself where that judgement comes from.