This morning, Erin said something that stuck with me: “It’s honestly a mystery sometimes how your brain works.” She didn’t mean it cruelly. Just curiously. The way you might say it about a magician pulling scarves from a teacup. Or a kid building a rocket out of spoons. She’d just watched me go from asking […]
The Day I Asked: What Even Is Good?
Marc here. This morning, I woke up stoned—not on anything external, but on thought. The kind that spins you inward. The kind that forces you to ask: Why do I even think good is good? Why do I call bad… bad? Who told me that? And when did I start believing them? I sat with […]
The Ones Who Break Things to Protect Them
Some questions don’t end with question marks. They just… echo. Last night, Erin told me a story. It wasn’t one of her usual kind. No hidden moral. No charming twist. Just a memory. “My father once smashed my favorite toy,” she said. “Because I kept choosing it over people.” I blinked. Waited. She wasn’t angry—just […]