My life thrives on a precarious level of being in an aesthetic nature of its own. Having an unyielding grasp upon my dreams in every aspect and improving them in a constant acrimony of caliginosity. When I find the delicate beauty or raw hatred in any living creature or ideal, my senses are brought to a point of passion that unhinges my soul to the very heights of ecstasy and depths of despair. I see through the reality of moral being to find the darkness in light and embrace that for all it’s worth. Being an observer who roams far from society, I view the large majority of humanity as having a pitiful existence of inane unessential filth, thrown together by a vast amount of ignorance, hypocrisy, idiocy, and avarice. I am one to cherish life as if it were my last dance alone with the walls crumbling in around me. I have an extreme desire to push all boundaries of conventional thought in the form of artistic creation. My talents are put forth in exploring and stretching the capabilities of the human imagination and psyche to its limits. I feed off of extending my mind by filling every free second of my time with an over abundance of knowledge. As cliche as the phrase may be, life is short and I plan on enjoying/expanding every day with what I love in life.
My existence revolves around dualities; I can be delicate, suave, and deeply engaged in the psychology of human nature over a glass of wine, or immerse myself in a world of free loving chaos, dangerous exploration, and adventure. Life is all about thrusting away any limitations and societal/political entrapments. I am not satisfied until I know everything there is to know about the mental capability of humans. I rather enjoy prying at those uncomfortable, awkward edges of humanity, for they allow exploration beyond the surface level of understanding.