// draft_v47 — this one might actually be it
Brain dump satire for people who notice everything and have opinions about most of it. Personal, confrontational, occasionally mortifying. Always honest — which is the same as saying occasionally cruel.
Read the work →"I write what I'm thinking. The problem is I'm thinking all the time."
— O.D., 3am, probably
Oliver Dean writes the things most people think but have the good sense to keep to themselves. His work sits at the collision point between the deeply personal and the universally embarrassing.
Not fiction, not memoir, not journalism — but with the best and worst parts of all three.
01 //
Brain Dump Satire
The unfiltered interior monologue, lightly edited for clarity. Heavily edited for legal reasons.
02 //
Observational Humour
You've had these thoughts. He just wrote them down. And now you both have to live with that.
03 //
Raw & Personal
The parts where it's actually about him are obvious. The parts where it's about you are less so.
// published_works.txt
Essays · 2022
Everything Is Fine
and Other Lies
Everything Is Fine and Other Lies
// 23 essays. 23 things that were not fine. Absolutely zero solutions offered.
Observations · 2024
I Noticed That
About You Too
I Noticed That About You Too
// Observational writing about people in public. They had no idea.
Forthcoming · 2026
This Is Not
About Anyone
This Is Not About Anyone
// It is definitely about someone. Pre-order now.
// author_bio.txt
Oliver
Dean
writer, observer, oversharer
Oliver Dean writes the way most people think — fast, associative, and with an alarming lack of filter.
His work is personal in the way that makes people lean over and whisper: "Did you really need to publish that?" The answer is always yes. Especially when the answer should be no.*
He is drawn to the gap between what people say and what they mean, what they present and what they feel, what they think is private and what is obviously, horribly, visible to everyone in the room.
The humour is real. So is the discomfort. That's sort of the point.
He lives somewhere with too many opinions and not enough outlets. This is one outlet. Probably not enough.