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Hello, internet goons.
A brief introduction, although I suspect introductions rarely explain much. I have been around. The story is a strange one. Perhaps not the strangest ever told, but it is mine, and that should suffice.
I studied philosophy and artificial intelligence at university. Somewhere along the way I also ended up in Vogue Netherlands, wearing very large clothes on a very skinny frame. Which edition, you might ask. That has turned into something of a wild goose chase. Maybe one day I will disclose it. Maybe I will not. Much of my life has arrived by accident, and that episode was no exception.
If a comparison is needed, imagine something loosely reminiscent of Slumdog Millionaire, only shifted slightly upward, and transplanted to the south of the Netherlands. Not quite slumdog, not quite anything tidy either.
There were periods without a permanent residence. Hitchhiking served as transportation and sometimes as philosophy. Roads, strangers, long conversations, and the quiet lessons of movement.
At one point I even gave a lecture at a Freemason lodge in the south of the Netherlands. I would not casually mention such things if we were speaking face to face, but writing creates a different kind of distance.
There has also been personal correspondence with individuals of considerable intelligence and influence. The letters themselves are lost now. Perhaps that is for the best. If pressed, I suspect I could reconstruct parts of them from memory, but the details matter less than the fact that they happened.
So welcome.
This blog is a place for my stories, my knowledge, my observations, my hyperfixations, and the fragments of insight gathered along a road that has been long, occasionally dreadful, sometimes wonderful.
The road continues, and so do I.
About Me
Welcome to my brain. A chaotic, ever-expanding library packed with ideas, hard-won knowledge, sharp insights, and everything in between.
I’m a ginger who writes… a lot. Like, a lot. My hope is that these writings act as little lanterns along your path, helping you see things more clearly, move a little faster, or simply feel less alone in the mess.
A quick side note about the AI wand I sometimes wave:
Yes, I use AI to compile and polish my work. Not because I’m lazy, but because I’m still very much stuck on the Kafkaesque treadmill (you know the one: bills, 9-to-5 survival mode, the whole soul-crushing circus). Concessions have to be made.
But here’s the thing: I actually studied Artificial Intelligence at university. I know exactly how to swing that wand so the final product stays 100% human-hearted, honest, and useful to you. The AI doesn’t write for me. It helps me deliver what I already know and feel in the cleanest, most helpful way possible. The soul, the fire, the weird little ginger perspective? That’s all me.
Right now I’m grinding hard to become a fully autonomous writer/creator. The goal is simple: more time, more craft, less treadmill. Until that day arrives, I’m pouring everything I’ve got into these pages so you still get the good stuff.
So… come on in. Browse around, download whatever calls to you, and let’s walk this road together for a bit.
Thanks for being here. Your friendly neighbourhood ginger wordsmith