University studies haven't provided many answers- only more questions and moral duties that I never knew people had, which at least answered the big question of this sad, horrible life's meaning: to make something of oneself, struggle and do what can be done to leave this world a bit better than it was before I was unlucky enough to be brought into it by two idiots.

During most of my time in university, I have chosen to engage with generally unpleasant topics that range from genocide studies to posthumanism, and the social sciences because a life spent worrying about only oneself and acquaintances is a wasted life.

Along with realizing my passion for philosophy, my partner is the best thing that ever happened to me.