I’ve spent years exploring the human condition through writing, conversation, and lived experience. Not from the outside looking in, but from the inside — through trauma, healing, relationships, failure, faith, and the quiet moments that have grown to shape me into who I am.

Along the way, I’ve seen how easily people are reduced to labels: depressed, anxious, toxic, broken. Words that oversimplify complex lives and strip away dignity. It is this stripping away of dignity that set me on my path to challenge the labels that have grown so pervasive in human relationships.

I write and speak about the parts of life we’re often encouraged to hide — not to sensationalise them, but to understand them. I believe that when we reclaim our stories, we reclaim our humanity and, importantly, our dignity.

I am a man. An ordinary and somewhat grounded human being who is old fashioned by nature, sincere with intent and terribly flawed. I am a father, son, and ex-slave of the corporate world. I desperately seek to understand the balance in life with a specific appreciation for the laws of cause and effect in the hope that I may someday be able to apply these insights meaningfully into my own life and perhaps encourage it in the lives of those around me.

I used to be an IT professional by trade, and a generalist by choice, but my career eventually evolved in ways that made it impossible to easily define what I did. Suffice to say that I focused on creating order out of chaos. This seems to have been a theme in every sphere of my life. I have yet to figure out if I go searching for the dystopic settings, or if they are attracted to me. Perhaps it is neither. Perhaps the truth lies closer to the fact that dystopia is the only true reality, and any order or semblance of order that we experience is a result of us selectively choosing that which contributes to the order that we look for while ignoring everything that conflicts with our desired state.

I am most intrigued by the human psyche, although I struggle to find a balance between my idealism, naivety, and pragmatism. However, I am very much the realist flirting with pessimism at times, but never do I subscribe to hopelessness or despair. That is far too common a trait to appeal to me.

I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, in 1971, and have lived here my entire life with a few extended stays in Arabia, Cape Town, and Tunisia. The school of life has taught me everything I know, with academic pursuits lacking any attraction except where the possibility of a meaningful application of such knowledge was clear. My writing is a creative outlet that allows me to vent or theorise about the quirks of my character, or life, or both.

My pursuit to grasp the logical relationships between seemingly independent entities or realms of life has often led me to find enchantment in places most find mundane, insignificant, or boring.

There are no bad people in this world, just weak ones. It is our collective failing to face such weaknesses with acceptance and resolve, and with the conviction to rise above it, that nurtures the bad behaviour we all so despise. Collective because just as much as the weakened one is averse to admitting such weakness, such aversion is due to the knowledge that the rest of us are more likely to exploit that weakness rather than embrace the responsibility of uplifting another soul.

If you’re here, you’re probably searching for something real.

You’re in the right place.

Welcome, and be comfortable.

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