The Mind that’s writing this stuff says “hello”.

The Mind- “I write about truths, everyday truths- truths perceived as wisdom, or as nonsensical fiction. It’s only human logic to overlook them in the ordinary and the mundane. Or strangle them when too obvious.

I am told I write messy; half stringing words, till some more string in. To believe that you understand my writings, is an assumption I make. So too I have been told.

But is there ever a method to scribbling?

I connect dots I am not conscious of, tying and untying knots of all I experience, every moment of every day; I express them as blatantly as I feel. And the writings, they try keeping pace. 

If I should follow organised order, how honest will I be? I guess the question is, who do I write for? Is it for me?”

“That answer will set my mess free.”

Hi! I’m delighted you are here. Honest. Fleeting or long, you’ve become part of my journey. 

-Quanta Quips

The Mind that’s writing this stuff says “hello”.

The Mind- “I write about truths, everyday truths- truths perceived as wisdom, or as nonsensical fiction. It’s only human logic to overlook them in the ordinary and the mundane. Or strangle them when too obvious.

I am told I write messy; half stringing words, till some more string in. To believe that you understand my writings, is an assumption I make. So too I have been told.

But is there ever a method to scribbling?

I connect dots I am not conscious of, tying and untying knots of all I experience, every moment of every day; I express them as blatantly as I feel. And the writings, they try keeping pace. 

If I should follow organised order, how honest will I be? I guess the question is, who do I write for? Is it for me?”

“That answer will set my mess free.”

Hi! I’m delighted you are here. Honest. Fleeting or long, you’ve become part of my journey. 

-Quanta Quips