“Language as a blade. Thought as revolt.”
I do not write to please. I write to impose order.
On both my inner world and the external world.
Language is a tool of sovereignty. Of expression. Of command.
A sentence, properly honed, is a weapon.
Forged to pierce the limitations imposed on free thought and creative expression.
I reject sentimentality. I favor contest,
rigor, and authenticity.
My aphorisms are not explanations.
They are structures — designed to resist the creative flatline of our era.
If this resonates with you, proceed to my fragments.