I like writing. Writing about what’s inside my head. It’s better than saying it to someone through talks. Saying it to someone you know. So, in my effort to weed out biased opinions because of knowledge of who I am, what my sex is, what I look like, I choose to remain without an identity.
I always wrote. For myself. But lately, I have been getting this urge, a desire, that someone else reads what I write, knows what I think. And argues. Calls it crap. Calls it brilliant. Ignores it because it’s not worthy even reading it. The reaction could be anything.
I have read a lot of pure beautiful logic, absurd belief, contradicting rants. I would like all that in response to what I write, what I think. As simple and as selfish as it could get, I would like all this for my own satisfaction. Albeit, without letting anyone know who I am. Hahaha.. I know no one gives a dingo’s kidneys. But yeah…
PS: I am the copyright owner of all the images and write-ups on this blog. If I ain’t, the work is/will be attributed to its owner. Sure, I am This and That, but I am the owner of all the work on this blog, unless stated otherwise. Brouhaha!