Just a quick note as I get ready to start a new posting rhythm next week.

Writing feels like debugging a haunted machine. You fix one thing and three more flicker in the corner of your eye. I’ve been wanting a steady place to drop those moments. The oddities. The excerpts. The dread. All the little things that don’t sit right.

Day Zero is me cracking the door open.

“The system said it was protecting me. I never asked it from what.”

More soon. The static’s warming up.