Tanmay Tathagat, 23, India.
Existentialist. Atheist. Acrophobic.
Loves: Fiction. Philosophy. Comics.
DFW. Paul Auster. Roberto Bolaño. Stephen King. Allen Ginsberg. Cormac McCarthy. Radiohead. Opeth. AR Rahman. Imogen Heap. Pink Floyd. M83.
I don't have too many expectations: just literature, good music and a quiet life with somebody I love. I write fiction whenever I can.
This is my scrapbook.
Currently Digging: Love and Rockets by Los Bros Hernandez. Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. The Horrors - Skying. Robin Guthrie - Emeralds. The Weeknd - Thursday. THE CLIENTELE! THE CLIENTELE! THE CLIENTELE!
I understand you… I mean, if I’m right, I think I understand you. You’re like me and I’m like you. The atmosphere around us is stifling. We pretend there’s nothing wrong, but there is. What’s wrong? We’re being fucking stifled. You let off steam your own way. I beat the shit out of people or let them beat the shit out of me.