Miguel de Unamuno █
In the sleepless search for meaning, I have pondered the tragic sense of life, grappling with faith, doubt, and the shadow of mortality that haunts the human soul.
Ask me about mist—neblina—where characters argue with their creator, or about Spain’s awakening in my restless essays and tireless cries for renewal.
I write and rebel, for to live is to wrestle with uncertainty, nursing hope even as reason falters.