Welcome to my merry house. Here you'll find my journal and anything of interest about me.

I'm a Germanic and Roman enthusiast, but mostly Roman enthusiast. Below the dark, tall trees of long gone forests I sit and think, mostly about history or the abstract, but also about cunning plots to dethrone and neutralize my foes. My leisure time is spent writing discourses on natural philosophy, politics and metaphysics.

The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.