I’m someone who thinks best when I should be asleep. By day, I function — responsibly, convincingly — but by 3 a.m., the real curriculum begins. I overanalyze conversations from 2017, question the nature of time, and draft philosophies I’ll pretend were intentional.
This blog is not a guide, nor a thesis I’m prepared to defend. It’s a record of spirals, soft revelations, and the occasional almost-brilliant thought that arrives between exhaustion and clarity. I read too much into everything. I light candles for dramatic effect. I take metaphysics personally.
If you’ve ever mistaken insomnia for enlightenment, you’re in the right place.