I’m not exactly sure what this space is going to be. But sometimes I feel like I need a place for my thoughts — clear or messy, all kinds of inner ramblings.
There are moments in my life — staring at the city from my apartment, walking through streets with music in my ears, watching life through the café window, or simply quiet moments — when I feel the urge to capture these passing thoughts.
Maybe one day they’ll take some shape. Maybe they’ll lose their meaning. Who knows. And really, who am I to deny myself the pleasure of putting them into words?
So this is where this space comes from. Reflection. Watching and living life. Thinking and overthinking. Craving meaning.