People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn’t see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn’t sleep.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
To my readers (whoever, wherever, and however many you may be),
As you likely already know, this blog is a deeply important artistic and emotional space for me. Many of the posts contain vivid and at times even unsettling references to a range of very serious topics.
With regards to my writing, I would like to request that you treat this blog with the same respect and consideration that I hope you would show to the works of any artist who aims to someday operate in a professional capacity. The published pieces are intermittently fictionalized, intended as literary endeavors rather than explicitly personal revelations, and as such, they are constantly subject to interpretation. But I refuse to dilute or alter this blog’s content for the comfort of those who choose to engage with it; all I ask is for you to remember that I am by no means obligated to answer for the concerns of readers who fail to adequately discriminate between the personal and fictitious elements of these works. Most importantly, I ask that any questions or concerns pertaining to this blog be conveyed to me directly, as I alone am both the author and the publisher of its content.