[dispatches]

what is this? dispatches from the blur. morning transmissions, half-formed and fully felt. fragments from the edge of sleep, scribbled before the caffeine kicks in. some are short. some get long-winded. some might even make sense.

this isn’t a blog. it’s a leak.

expect reflections, reckonings, ramblings. a page torn from the static. a paragraph caught mid-fall. field notes from a world unraveling politely. i write them to stay sane. or to track the drift. or because the dog’s still asleep and the light hit something just right.

[haiku for you]
no promise to keep
‍‍no conclusion in the dust
‍‍only dispatches