Of an Introduction

Where to start?

I suppose the best place to start is at the very core of the project, the blog, the written - myself.

So I shall introduce myself briefly. I am a young Swede, or rather, I suppose, a dual national. I had the fortune to be born to two academic parents of differing origin - one Swede, and one Englishman. This led to me being a rather well-educated young man with a talent for the English language as well as the Swedish. Or so I like to believe. Whether this statement holds true or not is, I suppose, up to the readers to decide.

I am, in short, a writer. While still very much a student, and also quite a dizzying array of other things, be it a gamer, a nerd, a geek, a cynic, an atheist, a bitter, grumpy, boring fuck, to name a few - I am, in essence, a writer. That is my one prominent talent and that is my one favourite occupation. I find joy in writing, in thinking of what I write, what I wrote and what I will write, and I find that even my most unpolished works can be rather perfect in themselves. Writing is what I aspire to do for a living, and writing is, in one way or another, most likely what I will be doing (moreso, then, the fact that I'm hardly skilled at anything else, and that the merits I have, or will have once I'm finished studying, denies the possibility of flipping burgers).

What has led me to write this post?

Allow me to explain the purpose of this blog. 

I am a slightly depressed young man. Saddened by the position that I find myself in, I realized that I had to take my mind off of things. Constantly dwelling on what makes you miserable gets you nowhere - it's like forever picking at your fresh wound, partly giving you great pain and partly never allowing it to heal, in fact even making it worse. I will not go into much detail just what it is that makes me despair, since I am not even sure myself - but I can say that it feels like trying to wear a sock for a glove. It doesn't fit, it doesn't allow you to grip other things properly, and first and foremost, you have that eerie feeling that the two were never meant to come together.

After a long while, merely daydreaming, thinking, idealizing, I decided that I should start to make things better. First of all, I needed something else to do. After a brief stint of writing, an idea grew in my mind, and I found that I wanted to once more take up writing. I have not written much for a while, and periods of inactivity always haunt me. Yet I find that every time I pick up the pen once again, I feel rejuvinated - not only does my mind, my soul, the very essence of myself feel like it's been added to, that a gap has been filled, but the very text, the pencilled sequence of words and meanings, they get better every time.

I decided that I shall write. Not only shall I write but I shall write of the writing. writ word of writ word. Writ of writ, wit of wit, writ of wit and wit of writ.

That is what I hope to do. That is the purpose of this blog.