Bits

The other side of the earth where no one welcomes you, a crime scene where no one grieves

People who knew my story came to me for decades and offered words of comfort. They told me to take solace in the fact that you are still within the same universe.

For thirty-five years, I have been pressing books and wastepaper, becoming saturated with type, and I have become much like the books I have pressed with my own hands.

Don't trust anyone

The person you believe in is a psychopath

I didn't commit my first murder until I was 42. I am a lawyer and I killed my client.

Sweet scent of vanilla

Four knocks are appropriate for a first visit

A useless existence

In a small country village, a single letter spreads distrust and murder. The finger has already moved

No depth

Two souls thrown into a whirlpool of fate, warmly resonating across the boundary between life and death

Truth was not the victory of justice, but the pain that destroyed everything

The monster is not outside, but inside the house

Clear science in a complex world

I wanted to open people's eyes. Every human holds the key to the next evolution

I neither expect nor solicit belief for the most wild yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen

Where is the ‘Phantom Lady’?

What happens if you replace your entire brain? Are you still you?

A murder is announced. Friday, October 29th, at 6:30 PM. Place: Little Paddocks. Those who are interested are welcome.

The truth was always there, but we didn't see it

I didn't kill because there was someone I wanted to kill, I killed because there was a trick I wanted to try.

Within the time that is gradually tightening

Some are Born to Endless Night

Knowing the brain means knowing me and humans

Facing a once-in-a-lifetime choice between legal justice and human justice

The single truth hidden behind the veil of madness

The story of a man who could not stop the race to ruin due to a momentary mistake

A perfect crime, a chilling judgment

The birth of a predator, a record of those 3 days

Everyone just wanted to survive

A utopia built by stealing the future, cruel truth and belated regret blooming within it

I wanted to live here, in this present, somehow.

A growth narrative written with a cold head and a warm heart