A pen name. A young man from Europe, still in his twenties, who notices too much to stay quiet about it.
I don't see the world in stories. I see it in angles, in details, in the small mechanics under the skin — the way a wrongly-placed glass can be an act of love, or the start of a wound.
My mind was built to notice too much.
The books are what that looks like when I stop fighting it.
That's why they don't resemble each other. Horror, love, grief, machines — they're the same attention, pointed at different rooms.
If a story here cuts you, it cut me first.
— V. Tacet
Latin. It means he is silent. I write so I don't have to be.
One is finished. One is being written. I don't choose what I write — I open the room that's loudest.
Before the fiction, there was the truth. It's free, and it always will be.
Before you read anything else, read this. It isn't fiction. It's me.
Read it free