Mother Died Today
A personal inquiry. A love letter to whoever needs love. A medium of creative expression.
“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be so sure.”
The first time I read The Stranger by Albert Camus was when things weren’t going so well and I had not seen my loved ones in months. It was my introduction into the rabbit hole of philosophy and I remember being so sharply struck by the rawness of Monsieur Meursault, but what got stuck in my head was this opening line. To me it was perfection; a masterclass in using a one-liner to introduce your character. At the time, I had a blogspot (don’t blame me!) for short stories written during the COVID-19 pandemic, but reading that book sparked a yearning for deeper self-understanding and subsequently an embracement of the absurdity of life. I dived deeper into what absurdity meant and realized it was everything I sought. But even more relevant was the effect reading the book had on my literary brain. It felt like a transfiguration. I had a “deja vu epiphany” and realized that I could not exist without writing - reading literature is my oxygen and putting words to paper is my carbon dioxide.
I’ve written many things since, participated in competitions, and even shifted focus to screenwriting and filmmaking, but I’m particularly excited to introduce this blog as a public personal inquiry into the nature of my feelings, thoughts, and reactions to everything I see. I hope you enjoy all I have to say and more!