I fancy thinking myself as some sort of an intellectual. At the very least, I know stuff. Yet, academic accomplishment does not entice me. No, I’d fail ten times in a row, but still consider myself smarter than others. An arrogance. A flair. I think myself to be very, very clever, thank you.

Anyway, the guy in the post thumbnail is Sigmund Freud. He got the honours because I couldn’t think of anyone who looked cooler than him holding a cigar , and I’ve already used Guy Debord previously. I think this will be a long post, to make up for the long silence from the previous post and my hands are aching to type. If you are ever interested about my life, this will be a good read. It’s the exorcism of my ego and everything I think about, in textual form as a practice of my written craft. Read the rest of this entry »