“Le seul moyen d’affronter un monde sans liberté est de devenir si absolument libre qu’on fasse de sa propre existence un acte de révolte.“

– Albert Camus

To rebel, man rebels against himself. He refuses the given meanings of life. He refuses the comfort of having an answer. He makes the conscious decision of picking up his camera, guitar, canvas and brush in the midst of the absence. He moves. As far as he can, as much as he can. He asks no perfection, but exhaustion of what is possible. He proves his existence through this very rebellion.

Pascal said a man’s greatness is seen through his reach in both rather than one extremity. To think of the ideals whilst acting in reality asks for courage and effort. To question everything one thinks or believes is painful. And to assign any value in such pursuit of truth is nothing but vain. Thus I cannot give myself a reason or justification for why I do what I do. I simply assume the validity in the state of not feeling the necessity to provide such justification.

Writings are mostly poems or essays ranging a wide span of things. Writings in different languages may have different contents except for the ones that I think deserve translation (ones that people from different backgrounds would benefit from reading them). I take liberty in citing texts without strictly specifying the original author because I do not think it’s worth the hustle. You may use my words however you like. Reach out for discussions.