About
What Is This?
Who Asks?
What is this? Who am I? Who are you? Does it even matter? Probably not. But here we are anyway.
This is The End of Two—my space, my thoughts, my ongoing dialogue with the absurd. There’s no agenda here, no grand destination, just words spilling onto the page because they refuse to stay locked inside. If you’re looking for a roadmap, I don’t have one. If you’re looking for an answer, I might just hand you another question. That’s the way this works.
Once upon a time, I thought I was supposed to fit into something—a box, a mold, a program. I watched the world around me moving in unison, an assembly line of faces doing what they were told, never asking why. But I couldn't do that. I wouldn’t do that. So I started asking, searching, unraveling. And eventually, I realized… there is no box. There never was.
Maybe you’ve felt it too—the quiet suspicion that something isn’t right, that life isn't just about clocking in, paying bills, and waiting for it all to end. Maybe you’ve caught glimpses of the ridiculousness of it all, the strange and beautiful chaos of existence. If so, you’re in good company.
I write because I have to. If I stop, I get restless. So, I put it all down—the questions, the rants, the revelations. Some of it makes sense, some of it doesn’t. That’s the joke. Maybe you’re in on it. I hope so. It’s a good one.
So welcome. Stay as long as you like. But do me a favor—don’t share this with your friends. This isn’t for them. It’s just for you.
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Step Beyond the Illusion
Reading this won’t give you answers. It won’t comfort you, won’t hand you neat conclusions wrapped in a bow. What it will do is unsettle you—make you question everything you’ve ever believed about yourself, reality, and the strange, tangled web of human existence.
This isn’t intellectual writing. There’s no carefully structured thesis, no academic dissection of a concept. What you’ll find here is raw thought—spontaneous, untamed, the inner monologue of someone who has seen behind the curtain and can’t unsee it.
Once, I believed humans knew what they were doing. That we were in control, that our thoughts and choices were ours.Then, I saw something that shattered that illusion—a glimpse of the hidden mechanism beneath it all. It wasn’t mystical, nor was it comforting. It was precise, like a program running in the background of every human mind, shaping perception, reaction, identity itself. A construct built on inherited beliefs, fragmented memories, and unconscious conditioning. And yet… beneath that tangled web, something else was there.
Something real.
Buried under centuries of deception and falsehood is an intelligence so pure, so untouched, that it cannot be manipulated. It doesn’t obey. It doesn’t submit. It just is. A force of nature beyond human fabrication. It’s what we are beneath all the noise—if we can strip away the layers of illusion to find it.
This is what I write about.
For nine years, I’ve poured my thoughts, my experiences, my realizations into words. If you subscribe, you get access to all of it—the unfiltered journey, the revelations, the moments of clarity, the chaos of waking up in a world that still sleeps.
It’s $9 a month. A small price for something that might change the way you see everything. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe you’ll read a few lines, shake your head, and walk away. Either way, the choice—like all choices—was never really yours to begin with.
But if you’re here, if something in you knows there’s more to this existence than the tired script we’ve been handed… then come in. Read. See where it takes you. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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