Accessing something... _
About?
There are a great number of observations I could make about myself, and an even broader scope when it comes to how I see the world around me. I love creating, and I love experiencing; from memories to paintings, music... anything that is or isn't my own, I believe I will learn to appreciate in time, if I don't already. I am Nero, a pixel artist and writer... A peer of yours, and a product of my flaws and gifts, all brought together by time and my actions or lack thereof. May your stay, even brief, be inspiring somehow.
Interests?
I hold a passion for philosophy, through which I explore the world, and my role in it. Horror is interesting to me, and a means of instrospection; it is where in earlier works, I learned the most about myself through creation. Fantasy is my escape, a tool that separates my perceptions from reality even if temporarily, allowing for my mind and body to lose its tension, for a moment. Lost media are my glimpses of totality, a brick on a wall of which I pursue overcoming and understanding; often leading me into spirals of research, reverence for moments long lost, and to an extent grief. Music allows me to travel through space and time, it gives me the necessary mental tools to understand the past, the present and the future, with all the most humble and honest feelings they convey, the language of the soul, the stimulation of primal urges and emotions. Through this "Dark World" I have built, lies a silent invitation to my ideas and perspective, it isn't perfect by any means... but it is honest. Thank you, stranger, for reading.
My poems?
Morbidly incompetent, a delirious silvery wretch. Lost on rivers, through unknown stretch. Sad they sing, even without breath. In destructive courtship, with lady death. With thoughts and sway we jitter astray, in shallow hope that they wither away, shall we pray for a god so distant and bitter? For a day without need for a filter, and as we play I bet in one final whisper, mourning in stay as these dreams splitter.
Some quotes?
“Pensé en un mundo sin memoria, sin tiempo; consideré la posibilidad de un lenguaje que ignorara los sustantivos, un lenguaje de verbos impersonales y de indeclinables epítetos. Así fueron muriendo los días y con los días los años, pero algo parecido a la felicidad ocurrió una mañana. Llovió, con lentitud poderosa.” — Jorge Luis Borges, El Aleph “I'm the outskirts of some nonexistent town… I'm the narrator of a book without plot.” — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar “I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me… When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination.” — Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man