I grew up in a fable-like town known as City of Everlasting Peace, or more famously known as Taiping. It is a beautiful sleepy old town with more strange events than anyone cares to believe.
It is from here that I learned to love all things creepy, curious and campy.
With my wild imagination spiriting me away most of the time from the mundane I get to come back and retell the stories in writing or in art as long as it allows me to leave.
I’m not a big fan of following and followers. It’s not the idea behind it but more of the dubious choice of word. I’d rather be connected with people who enjoy browsing my site just as I enjoy browsing theirs. To me, when we are connected it is like us having a nice cup of tea, or whatever you desire, at the sidewalk café overlooking the lake. Or something close to that kind of pleasantness.
I’m not much of a small talker but when I hit the right note with like-minded people there’s no shutting me up, especially if we talk about adventurous things. Like the wonders and mysteries of our curiosities. Like the silliness of our ridiculous existence. Like a journey we are embarking on. Like the thrill of a success. What I mean in success is not necessarily the gain and glory kind but the kind that brings us joy. Immense joy that we can’t help but smile so wide we could open up a dimensional door by just doing that.
So, if you’re here, I’m glad we could connect.Writing history