I would like to wish you a good day before I ease into my usual impertinence and ramble on about myself.

I am nothing but a figment of excessively fragile and prohibitively limited imagination. I am conceived from a hidden ineffectual desire that has been struggling to surface from the depths of an incomprehensible thought process. However, I am to have no future and am supposed to remain on the surface from which I emerged only to peacefully slide back into it when it is time. There is no boiling ambition or concealed passion to make it to the skies. I am to live in digital mediocrity with quivering satisfaction and passively pen down (or rather key down) absurdly generic blogposts. I am truly yours, with all my heart, mind and body, “The Disappointing Gentleman”.