Mapped core influences—Ellis, Tarantino, Mamet, Sandberg—then framed the hook: video-game pacing, black humor, and power narratives I map the ingredients behind my voice and pacing: Bret Easton Ellis, Tarantino, Mamet, and...

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A quick George Clooney search highlighted his polished, suit-and-tie presence. The moment landed as simple admiration: dapper George

A brutally honest day about being underweight, broke, and furious over the SSD disaster and Jonathan's inaction, with the page swinging between blame, forgiveness, Star Wars distraction, and the insistence that this circle...

A day of laptop triage, SSD anxiety, and rage at Sri Lanka's incompatibility with the life I want, while the book and diary keep getting reframed as something that could be sold, donated, and turned into political leverage...

The visible page is mostly locked away, leaving only one late-night question about a song my family produced and no fuller T1 or T2 story that can be packaged honestly from what remains visible.

I coped with nCoV anxiety the way I often did then, by turning to food, ritual, and belief, while trying to convince myself that comfort, faith, and appetite could keep the panic contained.

I numbed out with Fleabag, doomscrolling, and old memories, while politics, online conflict, and my own darker loops kept pulling the day away from any real rest.