About Me — Aldric Chen

Writer, not a writer. Can write, cannot write. Want to be, maybe. Coherently incoherent. Believer of complex simplicity.

Image contributed by the author. This is me on a family vacation in Bintan.

Let me start with a confession.

I got myself into a flux.

I cannot write yet I do. What attracted me wasn’t the act of writing. I wanted an avenue to extract the mess from my head. Writing helps, or so I thought.

Writing did not clear the mental mess without creating new ones. Great. Now, I have 2 problems. The never-ending mental mess created by writing and a new one which is an addiction to write.

Whoever recommended me to write ought to be shot.

I write, but I cannot.

My tenses are odd. I have an overriding preference for the future while simultaneously incorporating past experiences into my sentences. From that perspective, I choose to write in the now. I am a lazy pea.

Writing more allows me to explore the depths of my mind. The keyboard, and occasionally the multi-colored pen, behaves like a knife peeling layers of an onion. I seem to understand myself more each time I finish writing.

A Proper Introduction