Brian Howarth

You know, I’ve always had the dream of being the guy with a scratched-up notebook displayed in a museum exhibit somewhere.

“There it is. That’s his notepad. Everything started right there.” That’s what they would say, right?

Well, to be honest, I don’t know who they are, I don’t know why they like my work, and I really don’t know how my work got in a museum, but it’s still something to aspire to… I think.

Regardless, that is my dream, and this is my notepad. And maybe, after all is said and done, my oily, dirty, saliva-splattered, crumb-ridden keyboard will be on display in a museum, for all to see and cherish (or scoff at, laugh at, or perhaps just walk past).

With this "notepad," however, I hope to provide a landing spot for all of the crap falling off of the conveyor belt inside my head. It's easy to have the thoughts and dreams, but it's not easy to control them when they're coming. And trust me, the thoughts just keep coming. That conveyor belt never, ever stops. It doesn't care where you are or what you’re doing. Writing, however, is as close as we can get to actually organizing our thoughts. By putting thoughts on paper, we can file them into specific categories/genres.

That is, again, what brings me here. There’s a simple and soothing finality to seeing your thoughts on paper/screen. Writing literally serves as a receipt for your brain. Writing is an unmatched catharsis. And with that, starts the process of me attempting to rid my mind of the clutter, the roadblocks, the distractions… You get the point.

I’ve been meaning to form a writing habit for some time now, but never found a good enough reason to do so. That idea sounds ridiculous, even to me as I type it, but I believe it to be the truth. Eventually however, I realized that I was asking myself the wrong question. I shouldn’t be wondering why should I be doing this, but instead, I should ask myself, why not? Which I did, and now, well… Here I am. Maybe it won’t work out, maybe no one will ever read this or any future post, maybe people will read it, and then simply move on in the world completely unchanged, unfazed. Maybe people will see it and cherish it. Maybe they’ll scoff at it, laugh at it, and so on… But in the end, why not? It’s a simple lesson, it’s a boring lesson, but it’s an important lesson that rings particularly true to my life and how it’s currently shaping out. I’m here to be me, I’m here to think, I’m here to provoke thought, I’m here for catharsis, and most off all, I’m here to write. I’m just trying to decipher this life and how I should live it. I believe that none of us truly know what we are doing, so the least that we can do is be honest about it.

That being said, this is my introduction. I'm just a curious guy from New Jersey. I like noisy music and the New York Knicks. I graduated from Ramapo College of NJ in 2014 with a Business Marketing degree.

This site is a place for me to serve my brain on a platter. I hope to move forward, using my fingers as vessels, in bleeding every ounce of thought and intelligence I possess, into my keyboard, and onto your screen. Welcome and good luck...