I write because I don’t know how to say any of this out loud.
Some of it’s fiction.
Some of it isn’t.
Doesn’t really matter.
It all comes from the same place.

Most days, I feel like a bad translation of myself.
Writing is how I get closer to the original.

This blog is where I put the versions of me that didn’t survive.
The ones I miss.
The ones I never got to be.

If you’re here, and something sounds like your life… well, I’m sorry.

And hi!
I don’t know what we are to each other.
But I’m glad you’re here.

You can call me Magus.
Or not. It’s all made up anyway.

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