Look, I didn’t want to write this page.
But apparently every site needs an “About” section—
so someone can decide if you’re credible, marketable, or just unstable enough to be interesting.
Here’s the truth:
I write because I don’t know what else to do with the dread.
I write because shouting gets you arrested, but writing just gets you ignored—quietly.
I write because I don’t trust what’s coming, and I want to leave behind something that wasn’t filtered through a brand strategy or approved by a panel of smiling fascists.
No comments. No likes. No feedback loop. No performance.
Because I don’t give a shit what the algorithm thinks is engaging.
I’m not here for consensus.
Just a pulse.
A record.
Something to prove I was here, and I saw it, and I didn’t stay quiet.
Posts show up when they show up.
There’s no rhythm to this burn.
And don’t get comfortable.
I’m going to have bad takes.
You’re going to disagree.
That is an absolute fucking guarantee.
If you’re looking for a personality cult or a moral purity checklist, go somewhere else.
What to expect:
This isn’t commentary.
It’s not therapy.
It’s not politics in costume.
This is a voice from someone who’s watched the floor rot out from under the lie.
You’ll find:
Sharp dispatches
Gospel twisted into warnings
Anger with memory
Poetry wrapped in wire
Some posts will burn hot.
Some will smolder slow.
None will apologize.
This is for the ones who stayed awake
while everyone else clapped along with the end.
—Ash