\textbf{\huge{F}}irst of all, why?!

Why did you come to the About page? (And, separate question, which I don’t expect you to answer: Why so many page hits on this page?) I mean you know that I know that you know that I haven’t finished a book or any films or produced a “meaningful” cultural artifact or anything um, you know, “interesting” or “enjoyable” or “good”. Any description you read here will tell you only what I want you to know. Hardly impartial and unbiased: The description comes straight from me and, by way of introduction, would (I think) tell you nothing perfectly true about (eg) the articles and essays here.

But, consider this plausible introduction:

The writer was born in a particular place, under certain circumstances, and in a particular year. The writer lives in a place. The writer doesn’t keep a cat as a pet…[etc etc etc]


I have some persistent ideas about reality and, consequentially, some hopes and goals in mind when I start a project. Most of the time, a hope is exchanged for a resignation and a few goals multiply into many impossible tasks. Life is short and the days, shorter still.

You still with me?

Within these shortening days and deferred dreams, I’m suspicious about the existence of time and morality and language and even of certain notions like justice or a-theism. I get cranky about popular forms. I like to turn popular propaganda inside out and chip away at common repetitions with self-conscious futility. I have ideas about duty

News you can depend on!

I’ve written all of that! Now, how much more do you know about me except that I clearly don’t have a copy editor and I veer dangerously close to run-on sentences quite too often? In other words, you now know not much more than I know about myself.