I really don’t know what to say to that, but I’ll try.
So, I write stuff. I write things I’d want to see written, and most often this stems from an experience I’ve had or a concept I’ve invented. You may see writings about really shallow, macabre themes, writings about love and the items associated with it, and you may see writings about how fog feels on an autumn August day. Who knows? I surely don’t. I just write. And some of it, I actually like.