On the lost art of doing absolutely nothing on purpose
I spent forty minutes watching steam curl off my coffee and called it productivity. Hear me out.
7 min read
The archive
Every musing that has ever made it off my notes app and onto this site, sorted by month like a well-kept shoebox of letters. Skim freely — no one is checking whether you read them in order, least of all me.
October 2026
Things I pretended to understand at a dinner party
I bought the fancy olive oil. The fancy olive oil changed nothing. Discuss.
4 min read
Every walk is a meeting I scheduled with myself
The leaves turned. I did not. A chronicle of seasonal denial.
6 min read
My sourdough starter and I are in couples therapy
It collapsed twice. We ate it anyway. A metaphor, allegedly.
5 min read
In defense of the 7 a.m. armchair
An argument for chairs near windows and against checking your phone first.
3 min read