When I love something, I love hard. 

And I love stories. I always have. 

But there are only so many monologues about zombie movies, John Wick or Supernatural my friends can take. For some reason, not everyone wants to spend hours talking about a specific word choice in a scene or the delivery of a line in an episode.

I’m going to talk about it here, hoping a few other people with obsessive brains will want to come along for the ride. 

Criticism and scholarly works are great, but nothing interests me more than personal writing. I want to know what makes people tick. I want to know how they became who they are. 

This is what I aim to do here: share a little bit about me by showing you the stories I am made of. And hopefully hear about what stories you are made of. Stories about stories. 

I will talk about whatever strikes my fancy – probably mostly TV shows, movies and poetry. We’ll see. I feel no pressure to keep up with trends, and no shame in discovering or re-discovering something everyone else is done talking about. I’ve never been cool, I’m not about to start now. 

Some days it will be the most gut wrenching, beautiful, art. Some days I’ll ask you to pull my finger. I contain multitudes and stuff.

My name is Albe, it rhymes with genre. My favourite ones are horror with funny bits, and dark comedies. I write fiction, poetry and scripts. I love motorcycles and vintage cars, bats (tube-nosed bats are my favourite), and remembering my dreams when I wake up. 

Welcome.