"Life is not meant to be optimized.
It's a mystery meant to be discovered."
I try things. Some work. Some don't. I write about all of it.
Things I've tried, things I'm building, things I'm still figuring out. None of them are finished. Most of them taught me something.
There's a particular quality to the light when you realize you've been doing the same thing three different ways. Photography taught me to notice; writing gave those observations language; and somewhere in a circle of strangers sharing stories, the gap between seeing and saying began to close. It turns out attention is the through-line.
Maybe storytelling isn't a skill you develop—it's what happens when you stop performing and start noticing.
I keep building small AI tools the way some people collect pocket knives—not because I need them, exactly, but because making something helps me understand what it is. Terminal windows blinking in the dark, prompts that half-work, the strange intimacy of watching a machine misunderstand you. Curiosity dressed up as productivity.
The tools we build to think with end up building us back.
Publishing notes before you know where they're going changes the walking itself. This website, the YouTube channel, the public fumbling—they're not documentation of a journey so much as a different kind of journey altogether, one where the observer and the observed blur at the edges. Process becomes destination. Destination dissolves.
Working in public doesn't capture the work—it transforms it into something that only exists because someone might be watching.
I'm not an expert. I'm not a coach. I'm someone who tries things, fails at most of them, and writes about what happens in between.
I'm not looking for followers. I'm looking for fellow explorers.
Have a project, an idea, or a "what if"? I love meeting fellow explorers and figuring things out together.
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