I was born with a disorder: talking too much. When I was two, my superiors bought me a keyboard. I began to shut up. After a while I was told that silence is an awful way to exit a building. So I didn’t look back, make a fuss or trip over any partially-charged electrical chord. I started writing. Now I inconvenience people, angry academics and stick dynamite in people’s blackberries. I’m known, I’m loved and I would like to think that my writing is at least read, if not heard.
You can reach me at: vlad {dot} popescu {at} gmail {dot} com
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