An Introduction

It is 12:23 AM, pretentious electronic indie music featuring a heavily accented lead singer is playing softly, my worn out tortoise shell Ray Bans Wayfarers sit on my bedside table, and I am brooding over whatever it is that teenagers get upset about. This is typical.
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The past year has been one of many struggles, but also with those struggles, growth. I have watched myself grow exponentially. For better or for worse, I still do not know. I feel as if life has started to gain momentum; I am motorcyclist hazardously speeding down an infinite road of uncertainty, yet with a guarantee of adventure. And what is an adventure without some sort of documentation? It has always been natural of me to capture the moment, whether it be through a simple picture or a snippet of writing. This blog will be a sort of time capsule for me to look back on in however many years. I want to ensure that what I write on here isn't tainted by the views of others-- I want this to be pure. 
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sans: an archaic word for without
serif: a small line at the extremities of a main stroke in a type character
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The serifs attached to a letter are only needed for flare. I don't want flare. I want my thoughts to be raw. Unedited, unfiltered. That is how I want to document my life-- sans serif.