I think of myself as a deep intellectual guy who think about the mysteries of life more than others (in my age group) but I have a suspicion that I’m deeply mistaken. I can be quite yolo when I’m outside with people and very contemplative when I’m by myself. I hope to express my thoughts cogently and get an experience in writing, for I aspire to write books (the nature of which I am uncertain of, but probably existential fiction). We (or rather, I) shall see where this leads me.