The Woods

Who

I go by Irony in most places, I don't think you need to know more than that. I picked the name because my dads gamertag is "awittyremark", so it would show 'you were killed by awittyremark'. Safe to say I have his sense of humour so 'you were killed by Irony' makes me laugh, then it sort of just stuck around. some of my art for those inclined.

Why

It all started one fateful saturday afternoon where I cried out into the void that I was exceedingly bored, the void cried back "join our not a cult website maker" and I, being incredibly bored thought a cult sounded like a great way to pass the time.

Plus, I like to ramble, a lot, endlessly, and now I can subject all of YOU to it instead. Doesn't that sound wonderful

Where

Well unless you've made it this far without the skill of reading, this is the woods. Where else did you think we were? Stay, sit awhile, the birds will start singing soon.

What

Well what do you think this is? A website squirrelled away in the middle of nowhere on the internet! I'll be sharing thoughts (likely in the form of overcomplicated rants), music I like, art I've made and whatever else I decide is important.

How

Don't ask me. How did I setup a website? How did they create the internet, how does electricity speak to itself, how do computers turn a series of yes and no's into light, how do the corneas in our eyes turn that light into recognition. How do we know to recognize, at what point did the brain decide upon itself? How? Who cares anyway, I mean I do obviously, but how else am I going to cope with that?

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