Author Description

If I immediately tell myself bad thoughts are bad thoughts, are they bad thoughts?This a search for identity. A farce on the absurdity of privilege. A farce on the absurdity of self. It is about lying. It is a hyperbolic inner monologue and a letter to the world. It is a stream of consciousness told through the format of a diary filled with cosmic self-loathing and bad poetry. Oh, and it's also about Chicago.