I’m probably crazy. Or at least I must appear so, on your end of the screen. Some of the things that I write here make little or no sense, and topics are all over the place. I do not have any kind of structure to what I write. I do not even have a way of contacting me, at least from this website. This whole things is a mess. And I love it.

I love the apparent chaos of it. The spontaneity, the mix of topics that make no sense together. The prose, the stories, the mad scientist articles, the letters of love to life.

And it is a bit surprising, knowing how calculating and perfectionist I am. But this may be the best way of letting off steam from the high-pressure vault of life. And it has a certain aesthetic that I think fits me. Order behind apparent chaos. As a friend of mine said: “I love how kinami is super precise and neat but also a mess at life.”

And while sometimes I have the sudden urge to change things, to make modifications to everything so it fits my perfect view of it, so far I have managed to stop myself before doing anything. After all, this place is meant to be a safe vault to store my life in it, so I don’t forget it. So it needs to fit how I feel now. And it needs to stay static. A snapshot of the now, so that it can remember the past for me.

Also, how am I supposed to learn to write if I don’t try new things?