I am a bibliophile. I am a thinker, an especially self-contradictory one. I am an artist expressing art in the way I express myself, because my life, as how I usually think of it, is a work of art.
I have two dogs and a house full of flowers. I have a head full of thoughts and multiple obsessions. I have trouble writing an autobiography because I have trouble understanding myself.
People say I like philosophy too much to be realistic. It is the most abominable nonsense I have ever heard.
Most of the writings are unpolished, resembling diary segments more closely than published works. You’ll probably learn a few secrets if you look for them.
Vietnamese currently living in Boston, Massachusetts.