first week with this space. building it out while recovering from wisdom tooth surgery of all things. kind of nice starting a journal when you're forced to slow down though. everything just feels more on purpose right now.

i keep noticing how stuff bleeds into each other. like something i read earlier this week completely changed how i heard a song later. none of it stays separate. it just kind of piles up and turns into something i didn't plan on.

been sitting with this one all week. she sings about something really heavy but it doesn't hit you like that at first. the waltz rhythm almost tricks you. perfect recovery music honestly.

how come we always remember how a moment felt but almost never what anyone actually said? like the temperature of the room sticks around longer than the conversation does.

started tutoring at the library and people keep telling me i should do it for real. privately. maybe they're right. there's something about watching a kid suddenly get it. the way their whole face changes. i don't know how to explain it but it's the best part.

do you shape your taste or does your taste shape you? i can't really tell anymore.

the in-between is where the good stuff is. not the finished thoughts or the polished takes. the half-formed ones. the ones still figuring themselves out. this whole page is kind of that.