Since that world-changing day on 24 Feb, 2022, on which I was dragged into the spiral of eternal thought and questioning, rumination has been a significant part of my life. Every day, every hour, even every minute, the heads of mine and of (well, literally) my internal "devil's advocate" would come together. He, whom I named Aufisü ("imitation" in my language; formally Aūfísü̠), is the source of all stemming from my brain - anxiety, hope, fear, anticipation, and most importantly, notions.
Speaking of notions and my own language, I am a conlanger, striving to pave my own path to the expression of ideas. Most, including me, would follow the convention of elucidating viewpoints in essays. However, those long-winded - and sometimes even ponderous - strings of paragraphs are not necessarily everybody's favourite. It is in light of this that I will designate this blog to be the realisation of some sort of internal dialogue between Eoulapa ("knowledge's slave"; representing me in front of myself and close friends; formally E̠'o̠ U̠la̠pa̋) and Aufisü, two secondary school students, something I have been yearning to do. The naming of this blog, Rianeopa ("expression"; formally Ria̠n E̠'o̠pa̋), also owes to my fondness for writing.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm Matheo, most people call me Matthew though, but I don't prefer that name. Matheo is the better name. (Matty was the previous name.) Eoulapa would be my name in dialogues.