This week, I wrote the opening section of my creative nonfiction project, “The Breach.” My supervisor’s feedback challenged me to focus less on the technical aspects of Bitcoin and instead embrace narrative truth, vulnerability, and personal storytelling. I took that challenge seriously. What emerged was something raw, unsettling, and deeply personal—a depiction of betrayal at an opulent Ascot party, where Christen Ager-Hanssen orchestrated a psychological ambush.

I learned that writing honestly is not about confession—it’s about clarity. Instead of focusing on what Ager-Hanssen did in a legal sense, I allowed the moment to speak through sensation, memory, and distortion. It wasn’t just that he spiked my drink—it was the feeling of being hollowed out, turned into something else, and then left to wonder if I was ever truly whole to begin with.

My strength this week lies in imagery and emotional force. I created metaphors that conveyed internal devastation: chandeliers like dissecting instruments, parasites with his grin. I want to carry that sharp sensory language forward.

My weakness is restraint. I tend to leave too much unsaid or too heavily implied. In this piece, I pushed myself to stretch—not into melodrama, but into fullness. I want to work more on trusting the reader with complexity without softening the blow.

I’m most excited for readers to feel the violation, the disorientation, and the cruelty of controlled civility. Not because I want pity—but because I want them to understand the architecture of manipulation. This is how betrayal really works.

S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Mar 26, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1904838612124131671?t=I2ondbQwHfZYOP42uOYPBQ&s=19

https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2755