Explore

A mind, unordered

No categories, no feed, no algorithm. Just what I was paying attention to, presented however it deserved to be presented.

I have gotten more useful things out of admitting ignorance than out of defending a position.

Written after losing an argument in a parking lot.

On the hour when you stop working and start rearranging the work instead.

The tea was cold. It always is.

Eleven pens. Three of them work. One of them has been dead since 2019 and I cannot let it go.

The books I return to say more about me than the ones I finish and shelve.

Page 114 is folded. That's not an accident.

A week of reading primary literature quietly dismantled three beliefs I was quite fond of.

Note to self: stop citing documentaries.

No narration, no music. Just a man looking for the right screw.

The staff member is patient. The man is not.

It turns out I ask a machine the same three questions more often than I would like to admit.