Odds & Ends #1: An Introduction

Hello!

Whether you are a friend, family, or someone who has stumbled upon this digital space, welcome.

I am Steffen, currently a university student, and Digital Cicada is my digital alias. It started as a streaming name for my brother and I, and has risen again as this blog site.

This name is to me the documentation of various projects and creative pursuits that I experience. Just as cicadas rise periodically to sing their song, I as a digital cicada will rise to "sing" every so often.

If you enjoy my constantly-developing style, I hope you can remember to check back and see what art carcass I have shed from time to time.

Keeping the theme of varied and sporadic content, the title of the series of posts I intend to create in the coming months is "Odds and Ends"

Each post will be a walkthrough of the creation and meaning of something I've made. This could be poetry, paintings, video games, anything that can be showcased in this digital format. Playing upon the idea of a non-euclidean personalized space, I hope to offer you a kaleidoscope viewport into my life.

I can be found both on Instagram and YouTube with @digitalcicada

These platforms will mirror the content posted here.

Thank you and have a lovely day.

Until we meet again,

Steffen

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