I’m
Batman.
If you’re reading this, you have already gone too far. Turn back. Or don’t. There is nothing here.
Behind the cowl.
I have not seen daylight since 2014. My real name does not appear on this page. Neither does yours. Neither will it.
This site is theatre. A small unserious thing kept under the streetlamp. Switch the theme up top — each is me, wearing a different mask. None of them is the real one.
A few things he said.
- on fallingwhy do we fall? so we can learn to pick ourselves up.
- on masksit’s not who I am underneath, but what I do, that defines me.
- on heroesa hero can be anyone. even a man doing something as simple as putting a coat around a boy’s shoulders.
- on dawnthe night is darkest just before the dawn.
- on absurdityeverything’s impossible until somebody does it.
I walk a
reverse‑blade
path.
From the mountains, through the low countries, to a sunburnt coast. この時代に生きる — carrying a quiet rebellion against the work that consumes itself.
A code, not a creed.
I value precision over speed. Restraint over flourish. The longest blade is the one you do not draw.
My favorite stories are about people who refuse to harm anyone, even when the world keeps handing them reasons. Rurouni Kenshin sits at the top of the shelf, dust on the others.
A few lines, kept on the wall.
- 一this one’s sword does not kill; it protects.
- 二the strongest do not announce themselves.
- 三even a wanderer keeps a small kitchen.
- 四petals do not apologize for falling.
Three quiet proverbs.
The reverse blade.
If you cannot bring yourself to use the sharp edge, sharpen the other side. Carry it anyway. People will know.
Of dishes.
The honorable man does the dishes before he is asked. The honorable man also fails this often. Begin again.
On strangers.
You will not learn who I am from this page. This is for the best. Walk on. The road is long.
a small house
of three.
from the mountains, by way of the canals, to the sunburnt coast. we wave back if you hover.
about our little house.
three of us, in one small house. we keep flags on the wall from three places. we cook from all of them on the same week and never agree on which is the best.
this site is a small letter from us, in different costumes. flip through the themes up top — they’re all the same person, in different moods.
three places, kept on the fridge.
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