My name is Henry, but that’s not important.
I am someone who observes from outside. Someone who listens intently, and thinks deeply.
I am usually silent. I don’t like to hear myself speak. But writing is different, so I decided to use this medium to share intermittent thoughts on my reality. They are of little worth, of course, but I found that I needed a place to put them.
This is that place.
It is a place of thoughts and impressions. It is also a deposit for musings and ideas. It is a kind of window. But mostly, and like all things bounded within human knowledge, it is a story. It is a cold story, and a warm story. It is a barbed story, and a broken story. It is fundamentally incomplete.
Nihil Admirari is my journal.
Welcome to the mind of an observer.
Nihil Admirari 