first entry

Hey reader!

I would just like to establish the fact that I write for you.

Or do I? Probably not. Because I might only be saying that to impress upon you, the reader a sweet wooing image. Well I might be using this in the spirit of generosity, intellectual charity you might say, but that might only be a secondary effect. Much like how pleasure is supposed to be secondary to fulfilling hunger when eating.

But that is then the question I pose: How come we always attribute motivations that betray the reason why something is really done?

It is in this spirit of inquiry that I write here. More than anything for myself in the search that I find what is distinctly mine and that you may help me in further finding that which is distinctly mine.

What about you, you say?

To be frank, you're just gravy. Nonetheless I encourage you to spice things up as I try to still thaw the meat that I shall bring to the table.

What could you expect out of this?

I'd rather tell you to not expect at all.

I dare you to enter my consciousness and hope to find something you might actually bring with you.