OVER HELENAGOOSSENS

In the contemplation of self, a certainty emerges—a profound awareness of the myriad opinions and thoughts that dance within the confines of my consciousness. A cascade of ideas, perhaps too abundant for both my comfort and the tolerance of those who have had the fortune (or misfortune) of acquainting themselves with my introspective musings. To witness my existence is to undoubtedly attest to the undeniable truth that I am a fervent wordsmith (I am thinking of wordplay that would make me able to link this to Wordsworth and yet now, when talking about my never-empty mind, I cannot find one).
Whether in the timeless act of penning ink onto paper with an almost feverish intensity or in the rhythmic cadence of keys being pressed upon a digital canvas, it seems as though I am engaged in a perpetual quest to challenge the very essence of time itself. Each stroke of the pen or tap of the keyboard, is a subtle defiance against the relentless march of minutes and seconds, as I endeavor to etch my thoughts in the indelible ink of language.

As some may discern, I find solace in the realms of poetry, an ardent yearning to romanticize existence in one stanza, and in the next, to dramatize its nuanced facets. Yet, the art of creating essays and the whimsical rambles of a contemplative mind seem to flow effortlessly from my imagination. Upon acknowledging the potential chaos that might ensue within the pages of a literary work attempting to house both, I, in a deliberate moment of such introspection as mentioned earlier, opted to confine the essays, at least for the present, within these virtual walls.
Blogposts which mirror the innerworkings of my head, displaying the things that have began to bother or interest me. I suggest you join me, read and overthink these same issues. Perhaps we can have a dialogue in due time.

Welcome.

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