I write to hear the sound of my own thoughts — to catch a few small noises lost amid the daily uproar. Each piece is a rest stop, where I work and half-wonder whether I’m living the right way. It isn’t a field note, nor exactly a diary; more like a series of thought experiments that sometimes walk straight and sometimes wobble.

If you find something here, it’s probably because we’re both still learning how to breathe in the thick smoke of our times.