I am a being. I exist. I breathe, I sleep, I eat, I sit in the dark and write. I write what the voices in my head say I should, which I suppose is better than having them tell me to kill people. I am interested in video games, they take me to a world that does not exist and allows me to be someone I couldn't be in this world, writing allows me the same freedom. I write stories set in realms of fantastical tales of sword-and-board fighters battling evil magi to futuristic interpretations of the current advancement of technology and its impact on the human mind, soul, and condition. Because of the latter I am interested in psychology, how and why our minds work in ways that we cannot begin to comprehend. I am a being, I exist. But maddeningly, my aspiration is to understand why others exist.
