Say what you will of my work, it's often a dark and winding road with no hand to guide you. Things seem to be without purpose and nihilistic in every sense of the word. I've never denied that, and at times embraced it. However, at the same time I tell you to look deeper. To find more than what I've given you on the surface. I'm not a flat writer. I write everything with intent and purpose. There is nothing completely black in my heart, and therefore nothing completely black in my writing.
I live in a world of grey. Nothing is definitive, nothing is certain. At times it is maddening, however, it is this life that has helped me develop a taste for humanity. Humnaity in all its forms. The good and the bad. You could say I'm dark and unrelenting in my pessimistic views that I care nothing for the good, and joy in life. But, you would be wrong. While I view so many things with disdain I also see thigns worth saving.
Humans are not good with virtues. We're selfish, greedy, backstabbing creatures. Compassion fits us awkwardly and even then we'll calculate how to benefit from it. Honesty is something we know nothing of.
There's no truth to us except we're corrupted. However, despite all this, despite our flaws there are times when we shine past all the grime and ash that covers our virtues. Somehow, sometimes we rise past what we are and become something more.
