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Fourteen years ago I had this idea. A story about a crazy scientist on a deserted planet. That night I wrote for the first time. And I wrote ever since.

I wrote short stories, novellas, essays, and novels. I even wrote a movie script. I wrote about love, loneliness, about what it means to be an artist. About what it means to feel misunderstood, about what it feels to live in a world that appears to be way too big.

I wrote because I wanted to leave something behind. A legacy. But I also wanted to chance something. In you, all those who take the time to read my words. I wanted to give you the courage that I sometimes lack. Or the ambition. The discipline. The will to succeed. The desire to fight on, no matter what.

I simply wanted to PUT A DENT IN THE UNIVERSE!

Because what else is there worth living for but for the improvement of ourselves and of those around us?

To better ourselves, to give a little bit of beauty to this world.

And I still believe in this dream. Oh, boy, how much I want to do this.

But things haven’t been working out as planned. Book sales are down. I have invested a lot of money into the new camera for the YouTube channel.

 

They had laid Abel on a bed of leaves and twigs and branches. Flowers covered his body. The woman sat to his right, crying. Tears flooded her eyes, trembled down her cheeks, fell down her nose. Tears dropped from her chin. The man sat upright, peering at the furnace of the sun drawn against the purple haze of the night to come. It was going to be a dark and cold and empty night, he thought. The woman thought it was the serpent to blame. She coughed twice.
Soon, the night poured over them. All they could see were the stars nailed against the blankness. East of Eden, at the edge of the world, there was nothing but infinite emptiness. They had been given the greatest gift that had ever been offered to any living thing. They often gazed at the dark sky and could see the liquid mist of morning covering the land. They could see it clearly in their minds and spoke often of it with great pleasure.
“What is going to happen?” the woman asked.
He kept scanning the horizon, hands on his hips. “He has gone to a better world,” he said matter of factly.
“What world is that?”
He turned around, smiled tenderly at her. “A place where he can be free.” He kneeled down beside her, curled his fingers against hers. “Where he can hunt as much as he likes. Where he can give names to the creatures that have none yet, where he can eat as much as he pleases. Never feel thirst or hunger. Never feel cold or hot. Never feel tired or weak.” He did not dare look at the body that laid beside them. “Never feel pain. Never feel sadness. Never cry a single tear.”
“Does such a place exist?” she asked.
He nodded.
There weren’t many words at the beginning of time. Plenty was yet to be imagined into existence. Regardless, he knew. He felt it in his heart, even though he could not use words to give it life.
He knew that if such a place did not exist, they could always make it up.

***

Trying to figure things out. The resources I need, the technology that is required to keep everything working properly. Tripod, external microphone, new lens, SSD, and some other stuff for the vlog.

Software and hardware.

I dream big. Always had. I believe there’s some way to make it happen.

How can you help?

First of all, don’t be shy and show me some love. Follow, like, subscribe to the Youtube channel. It means a lot. It helps a lot. It gives me a reason to keep going.

There are so many ways you can help out. You can contribute directly via PayPal here.

You can also purchase advertising, e-books, signed paperback here.

Think of it as a sort of investment, if you like. In me.

I believe we can do this. I choose not to lose faith.

Cristian

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