The World’s on Fire. I Brought a Pen.
Who’s Behind This Blog? Let me introduce myself the only way I know how: by telling you more than you probably asked for.
I come from a place where education wasn’t just encouraged — it was your ticket out. Out of the system, out of mediocrity, out of generational déjà vu. Degrees weren’t optional; they were survival gear. I collected them like Pokémon cards: Political Studies, Public Administration, a sprinkle of Gender Effects — all lovingly earned in libraries while my peers danced through life with far less caffeine and far fewer existential crises.
I hold multiple passports (yes, plural). And yet, somehow, I’ve never belonged anywhere. Multinational by papers, misanthropic by experience.
My fascination has always hovered around the holy trinity of chaos: religion, gender, and politics. You know, the kind of dinner table topics that get you uninvited from family gatherings. I never worked in those fields (unless you count mentally unraveling human hypocrisy a full-time job), because I realized early on that those arenas are less about change and more about performance. Idealism is cute until you see how cheaply it’s traded.
I’ve always been more intrigued by how people react to politics rather than the politics themselves — like watching a horror film where the monster is the voter base. The economic rollercoaster? That too. Watching empires rise and fall in record time is the closest thing we’ve got to binge-worthy reality TV. One minute you’re Rome, the next you’re rust.
But here’s the thing: I don’t watch the news. Media is not truth; it’s a carefully curated point of view dressed up as fact. I also don’t depend on Instagram reels narrated by 19-year-old influencers to explain Gaza, Putin, or the World Bank to me. I rely on things more stable (and more depressing): history, logic, religion, and human behavior. I don’t care about trending hashtags. I care about patterns — especially the ones we never seem to break.
So, if you came here for hot takes on whatever the algorithm is pushing this week, I’m probably not your person. I don’t offer political commentary — I offer post-political eulogies. I analyze patterns the way some people binge true crime documentaries: horrified, but utterly hooked.
I write because I’m tired of seeing people become mentally outsourced sheep, blindfolded by their own curated echo chambers. I write because ignorance has become trendy, and I wasn’t built to scroll and shut up.
God has become a hashtag. Humans, disposable. We’ve lost the plot — and worse, we don’t seem to care that the book’s on fire.
This blog won’t fix the world. It’s not trying to. It’s here to poke at the ashes, ask better questions, and maybe laugh at the absurdity of it all.
So if you’re still here, welcome. You’re probably just as suspicious of everything as I am. Good. You’ll fit right in.