Reflections and letters

“I tear open my soul not for attention, but so others might find pieces of themselves in the wreckage.”
This is the quiet room of the blog—the place where thoughts linger, truths unfold, and letters are written not just to people, but to moments, memories, and versions of ourselves.

How Time REALLY Works

Dear reader, Lately, I’ve been thinking about time. How slippery it is. How it feels abundant and scarce at the exact same moment. How a single minute can stretch wide enough to hold 10 different productive actions… or shrink into nothing. As a matter of fact, I’m convinced time isn’t even real, it's just an illusion we ALL agreed to believe in. (And before you start calling me delusional, hear me out. I have a feeling I'm not the only one.) In one minute, I can load the la

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Nov 19, 20252 min read