My name is Azeu Lost and this is my blog. This is a picture of me, holding up a nametag for easier identification. I would like to share with you my story, but sadly, I don’t know it. A little while ago I found myself on the outskirts of a boring little town where nothing seemed to be in order, though everyone else thought it was (more on that some other time, hopefully). After a short but disturbing period there I left and ended up in Rotham sur Real:, where I found work at a newspaper. Apparently I'm a journalist, but I'm not sure of it.
Luckily I managed to find a soul mate, Esther, and with her help I'm trying to have a fulfilling present as I'm looking for my past while we are planning our future.
English isn't my first language but I'm in the dark as to which one it is. It's quite a peculiar situation that I don’t remember my mother tongue, I’m sure if a specialist looked into it he would name this condition after me, the Azeu-syndrome. I dare not think of it, what if English is my first language after all and, instead of a fancy condition, I’m just a plain old fool. The Rotham: Times, the newspaper I write for, doesn’t seem to be bothered by my imperfect English, the editor thinks most of the readers don’t know better anyway and, although I don’t condone this attitude, I try to make the most of it.
This means that if you're interested in pitch perfect grammar, seamlessly aligned tenses or crystal clear sentences you are in the wrong place. However, if by any chance, you are in the mood for a few strange short stories flirting with surrealism or whatnot, then carry on. (and keep calm)
In this blog I will share with you some of the events that happen to me and Esther in Rotham: in the form of short stories or comic books, with an emphasis on the comic book side, as I had to learn the hard way that people don't really read anymore.At least not what I write. So I was hoping that pictures would be more interesting, though there are not many fluffy animals or cuddly babies.
I will also share with you some of the articles I’ve published (or not) in the Rotham: Times, tough some of them were written by Esther. We publish them all under my name, as it's easier this way, we split our money anyway and there is no glory or fame involved. My editor doesn't seem to notice that the style of the articles differ, better said that her articles actually have style.
The stories are just loosley intertwined, so they should be comprehendable on their own.
I'm doing all this, as the motto of the blog states, strictly for a life les misérables. Erm, I mean less miserable.