AN UNLICENSED INVESTIGATION INTO REALITY

THE ONTOLOGICAL EXPERIMENT

We live inside a ghost dressed as economics. We fall in love, fuck, pay taxes, panic quietly in bathroom stalls and call it adulthood. The news insists everything is stable; the body knows it’s a hostage situation.

I don’t write to reassure anyone. I write to pick at the wound. To question the scripts we obey, the cultures we defend, the systems we smile for even as they grind us down. If comfort is what you want, there are friendlier shelves.

My work lives where reality frays.

It’s surreal and melancholy, political and darkly funny, painfully human and sometimes cruel in its honesty. It explores the lives we perform, the identities we inherit, the narratives we swallow, and the quiet complicity we’re terrified to name.

These aren’t tidy stories. They don’t exist to heal you or redeem anything. They are mirrors, confessions, arguments, interrogations. They unsettle. They disturb.

They refuse to let you walk away unchanged.

If that excites you more than it scares you, you’re in the right place.

CATALOGUE / UNRELIABLE

THE LIBRARY

Six objects have been recovered. Their contents remain argumentative.

THE CATALOGUE IS ACCURATE EXCEPT WHERE IT IS NOT.

FILE

CONDITION

UNRESOLVED

RELIABILITY

UNRELIABLE SYNOPSIS

WHAT THE OBJECT CLAIMS TO CONTAIN

FOUND NEAR THE TEXT

FRAGMENTS THAT DECLINED TO EXPLAIN THEMSELVES

COMMERCE HAS ENTERED THE ROOM

OBTAIN A COPY

Ownership does not imply comprehension. Retail links are being prepared.

RECENT DISTURBANCES

NEW OBJECTS

Publication status is an unstable category.

01

THE DRAWSTRING CORD

A consciousness has been located. It has declined rescue.

02

INVERURIE

The town continues to deny being fictional. The duck has issued no statement.

03

EVERYTHING IS FINE

The system reports optimum wellbeing. Please ignore the smoke.

AUTHOR PROFILE / ACCESS DENIED

ABOUT ME

Does it matter who I am?

Be honest — you don’t want a human being. You want a story you can consume. You want a neat narrative. You want a genius myth, a tragic childhood, a trauma you can fetishise, a heroic arc you can clap politely for. You want a brand. A logo. A curated personality disguised as authenticity.

Writers are expected to sell themselves now. Not the work. Themselves. The life story becomes the product. Suffering becomes content. Every scar rehearsed for emotional engagement.

You want to know who I really am? Why? So you can buy with confidence? So the capitalism inside your chest feels justified when you click BUY?

Most of what you’ve ever been told about great creators was marketing anyway. False quotes, stolen credit, PR fairy tales pumped full of oxygen until they looked like destiny. History is practically built on bullshit biographies and curated lies. Edison didn’t invent light — he industrialised and monetised other people’s work.

Einstein is quoted daily for lines he never said. Marie Antoinette never uttered “let them eat cake,” but the fiction sold better than truth. Gandhi didn’t say “be the change.” Walt Disney didn’t personally draw his empire into existence. Steve Jobs didn’t build the future at all merely repackaged others ideas but the myth was profitable so we applauded it. We don’t celebrate reality; we celebrate marketable fiction.

So here’s the fuck you part: You don’t need to know me.

You don’t get to own me.

What’s real isn’t my journey, my childhood, my identity packaging, or whatever emotionally satisfying shape you’d like to pour me into. What’s real are the books. The poems. The pages where the words actually are. If you’re looking for something to consume it’s right there. If you’re looking for a personality to adore or dissect, go drown your self in a parasocial relationship on Instagram or somewhere else.

There are entire ecosystems of smiling author-brands built to give you that.

Buy the work or don’t.

Read it or don’t.

Decide if it matters or throw it away.

But don’t pretend knowing me would make it truer. It won’t.

HUBSPOT TRANSMISSION TERMINAL

THE RELEASE ALARM

This is not a newsletter.

You will not receive a morning routine, a reading list, a sales funnel, a photograph of coffee or an intimate account of the author’s breakfast.

When another book appears, the system may inform you.

OUTGOING SIGNAL / UNVERIFIED

CONTACT

The switchboard is being rewired. Social and email routes from the existing site will be connected before launch.

Egress request received

YOU MAY LEAVE.

The library will remain exactly where you left it, except for the parts that follow you home.