the start

for years i’ve collected memos—notes, fragments, traces of where i’ve been and where i want to be. i’m not entirely sure what direction this will take, but i hope in sharing, someone will understand it.

there are, of course, fears that come with starting any new project—the judgment from others, the act of being vulnerable, of being seen in a way i haven’t before. the fear that i will not be exceptional.

i often think of Camus’ argument that we ache for meaning, reaching out to a silent universe that offers no answers. but in the silence, we find freedom. when we accept the absurd, we are no longer rooted by fear or the need to conform. we can become authors of our own truth—creating our own meaning and being exceptional on our terms.

so, welcome to my archive—a place stitched from memory, image, and desire. a personal exegesis. a living footnote.

thank you for being here<3