I’ve trodden the mental landscape... from ill to well and back again... dragging souvenirs from every stop. What you’ll find here is part archive, part emotional landfill, part glittering shrine to the weird thoughts that refused to die quietly.
This space is raw, restless, and sometimes unmedicated. It reflects a mind shaped by grief, obsession, ketamine, late-night overthinking, and a healthy distrust of normalcy.
You might find something beautiful. You will find something strange. And if you’re easily offended… well, you’ve already made one bad decision by being here. Might as well lean in.
I take legally sanctioned mind trips now. They unplug the dread for a while and rewire the static. It's not enlightenment — it's maintenance. Come read the log before it evaporates into dreams.
This clock was never built — it arrived. It doesn’t tick. It pulses. It waits. It watches. Every second you waste is another it claims. You thought you were tracking time, but it’s been tracking you.
They don’t belong here, but then again... neither do you. Meet some of the null’s wanderers: fractured, fabulous, and one misstep from myth
Mandatory Self-Justification zone
I push pixels around until something screams. Sometimes it’s me. Sometimes it’s the JPEG. Also, I advocate for ketamine therapy because the void isn't going to stare into itself.
I make things. Sometimes they’re good. Sometimes they’re legally concerning. Somewhere in the process, I learned that storytelling and trauma make excellent roommates. Ask me about my dissociative branding techniques.
I use humor, technology, and lightly haunted design choices to distract from the fact that I’m slowly unraveling. I also support ketamine therapy, because if you can’t outpace your darkness, at least vibe with it.
Turns out madness is scalable. I use it to tell stories, build visuals, and advocate for clown husbandry in rural areas... because reality needs an off switch.
Everything I make is a little off. That’s on purpose. Perfection is suspicious. I prefer things that twitch.
Emotional Disclaimer
Viewer discretion is advised. Not because it’s graphic, because it might feel familiar.
Personal Philosophy
I don’t make things to fix the world. I make them to name the monsters, light a match, and leave something weird behind — not solutions, but signals. Artifacts. Echoes for whoever stumbles into the dark next
