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I wield language because language alone can defend itself.
My medium is typewritten language, apart from one short film. I write fragmented
fiction that plays with aphorism, a method of writing that favors wit and concision on my end, rumination on yours.
I often call my fragments ‘scenes’ or ‘portraits.’ Fiction grants me the freedom to imagine; fragments grant me the freedom to allow a story to grow and diverge, with no plot to tend to. Tragicomedy lends both the reckoning of truth and the comedy of deception towards a retrospective epiphany.
I use a typewriter to delineate design. The dated tool makes all words carry the same weight. Typos prevail. The typewriter formalizes my thoughts in action; I make objects to resist being one. My disregard for modern technologies is born out of a devotion to language. The typewriter is more than a stylistic choice: it abides to language as it’s only end, too.
The reader is granted the rules of the game within the language alone.
Patience is the price to play.