I think a lot about how some things never make it onto charts or maps but still shape everything. I keep notes.

I’m a writer. I pay attention to language, power, and the small truths that betray bigger stories—how culture forms, how meaning slips, how people signal who they are (or hope to be).

I’m attentive to the way histories and geographies overlap inside a single life.
I notice the moment a room shifts. I listen very closely to music.

If there’s a thesis—there probably isn’t—it might be this:
I’m interested in what happens when the story breaks down.
Or maybe: I’m here to witness the small truths that betray big stories.

Some things stay with me.
This is where I put them.