About

My name is Aecurus, but just call me Aec like Ache.

It's short for Aecurus. A name that sounds like a Greek tragedy and feels like a Bipolar fever dream. I spend most mornings chasing the "savory, slow-cooked" meanings while also bouncing around from my caffeine and nicotine addictions. I'm a post-grad architect of my own graveyard of excess, currently focused on a "rebellion of the footnotes" because being a side character was frankly pissing me off.

When I'm not side-eyeing my medication I'm deciding whether I'm a philosopher or just some guy high on his own ideas. I've been digging in the digital dirt to find something, anything, that isn't fake. This is my current soap box, a glimpse into the mess of my mind with a healthy amount of sarcasm used as a cauterizing agent for my existential dread. Join me as I attempt to turn the noise into a signal, or at least slightly more organized chaos. Help me shout into the void, can you hear it shout back?