(1) a Cassie causing great and usually sudden damage or suffering, especially via attempts at jokes; a disaster.
(2) the denouement of a drama, especially a classical tragedy or drastic overreaction.
Tales of Casstastrophe first came to be back in 2015.
It started as a sort of diary or journal, if I’m being honest. My life was undergoing a lot of change at the time and I created this site as a means to help me process it all—find peace in it.
Now here we are, on the cusp of 2022, and not much is different as to why I’m keeping it around. Writing has been a hobby of mine for as long as I can remember. It was sad to watch Tales of Casstastrophe grow quieter and quieter as I struggled to adapt it to the person I was growing into, and the life I started living as a result.
So I pulled the site offline for a few months and reworked the look and feel to better match me now, 7 years later. The world is an even weirder place than when Tales started, to say the very least, and we’re all trying to carve out our places in it. This happens to be mine.
Tales of Casstastrophe is a lot of things, but first and foremost it is me.
Find something here, find nothing here, or just find here.