I'm Wolfinius Jackson Whürl but most people just call me Wolf. This is wolfcast. A place for the pages and the letters that I never meant to send. They say, "write like everyone you know is dead". So here I am.

I read them aloud. They're messy, honest, unguarded. Sometimes hopeful, sometimes heartbroken. Sometimes just wandering through gardens that never existed except in the moments that I needed them. If you want something polished or practical, this probably isn't your stop.

But if you wanna hear a voice that's working its way through love, loss, wonder, exile, and the dust meridian between them, then welcome. This is where the hidden pages live. I'm glad you're here.