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There is a certain stillness that arrives when you turn off all notifications — the kind that makes you hear the refrigerator hum, or the distant bark of a dog. I spent the morning with a cup of cold coffee and a notebook. No grid, no lines. Just white. At first it felt intimidating, but after a while the page becomes a friend.

“The future is not a gift: it is an achievement.” — Harry Lauder

I ended up drawing a rough map of the neighbourhood from memory. All wrong, but somehow true. That’s the thing about making things by hand: mistakes become part of the texture. read full entry →

Picked up The Invention of Solitude from a second‑hand shelf. The previous owner underlined a sentence on page 47: “The world is in the details.” I agree, but I’d add: the world is also in what we don’t write down. The margins are full of ghosts. I started copying my own footnotes into a separate notebook — maybe a new project is brewing.

It’s funny how some books change with you. First read at 22, now at 34 — the same paragraphs feel completely different, as if the book was rewritten overnight. continue thoughts →

Not a manifesto, just a humble list of things that haven't let me down this month:

1. A black 0.5 mm mechanical pencil (leads never break on the first word).
2. Plain A4 printer paper – cheap, abundant, no pressure.
3. The local library’s free scanner.
4. Early Sunday light through the east window.
5. A playlist consisting only of field recordings: rain, train, forest.

Tools don’t have to be expensive. They just have to disappear when you work. read more about the ritual →