There is no easy way to explain what this is.
Some would call it a blog. But blogs have structure, purpose, direction. This has none of those things.
Somewhere along the way, writing stopped being a tool and became something else—an experiment, an experience. A method of travel, not just across ideas but across reality itself.
I write to see where the writing leads. Some of it will be fiction. Some will not. Some will make sense. Some will be abstract. Some will spark something in you, and some will be forgotten the moment you read them.
I am a writer. A seeker. A miner of consciousness.
I don’t know where this goes yet. But if you’re here, neither do you.
Let’s find out together.