I write from a small flat surrounded by notebooks, coffee cups, and the kind of silence only rainy cities can offer.

I write about people who feel too much, say too little, and carry their thoughts like poems folded in coat pockets. My fiction blends delicate melancholy with dry humor, daydream logic, and a quiet love for flawed, beautiful minds.

This blog is my corner for unfinished stories, emotional honesty, and the strange comfort of imagining different endings. Come in softly - no need to knock.