These are stories from the quiet margins, between signal and static, memory and erosion. Lyrical, reflective, and quietly unsettling, this collection is less about answers and more about the questions we carry when the systems around us begin to fray.
The Confessional
The pen felt foreign between my bandaged fingers, like trying to thread a needle wearing winter gloves. I stared at the blank page of my trail journal, the one constant companion that had traveled with me through five years of seasons. The paper remained stubbornly empty while my thoughts churned like whitewater over unseen stones. […]
