Hello, darling.
I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but given the fact that we are separated by countless layers of time and interspace, a mere handshake is no good. It’s not as if you can feel my hand in yours. Nor can you comment on the fact that I grip too tightly. Additionally, I have no way of hearing you tell me just how intensely you dislike my way of shaking hands, as if I have to strangle you to know you.
Elaborate greeting rituals aside, you found your way here. This is where I’m learning how to write (once more).
I’m writing because I met someone who inspired me.
I love music, art, film, & books. I will do my best to properly personify my allusions to pop culture and art in a way that isn’t pedantic or self-aggrandizing, but given my penchant for both, I foresee many instances wherein I must eat my words.
Here’s to the writer’s affliction.
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