hello, I am Irsin Kast. You are most welcome. These writings are unlimited by the real things that might hold me back when I would talk to you in person. When we would speak in real life. I found out that I am not a true fan of real life. There is no imagination in real life. And imagination is the thing that keeps me motivated. The awkward things make me comfortable, more than the normal flow. I have no point to make, since I believe there is no point in the classical sense of the word. We interpret things from an angle that has proven itself completely irrelevant. I am no exception but I acknowledge my futile position and I embrace the beauty of it. The real feelings of life are 'in between' life. On the outskirts of reason. Beyond the desires of matter and light. Dwelling these white places is where I feel more alive than elsewhere. You are most welcome to stroll along. But don't look for content here. There is only white empty space and a hand full of dark dust to take