March 6 1994 |
On a raincloud, lost and drifting. |
To be frank, there is not much to be known. I find that what truly matters is the piece, not the author. That there is very little that knowing and understanding your author can merit except, perhaps, a small epiphany in which one proclaims that they "understand everything, now!", and are in joy. So I suppose this casual bio will do, then. Well, that is all. Nice meeting you, and good day. |
I write casual works of fiction. And perhaps a collection of other ideas and works. |
Casual. Like a swallow flowing gracefully in the evening sky; a completely mechanical motion, yet capable of so much more. |
Many things. These include: Reading Writing Philosophy Playing games Devotion into my culture (I'm Asian) Learning about Religions Collecting weird, random things that I usually lose Listening to music Playing the piano and violin Thinking. |
I shall work on this later. |
I shall work on this later as well. |
Same as above. |
None yet. |
Work in progress. |
Uhh... work in progress as well. Sorry. |