Notes from the Hollow

This is not a blog. It’s where I leave pieces of myself behind — quietly, honestly, without the need to be understood.

April 20, 2025

I used to have things to say. Now, more often, I just say: I don’t know. Not because I’ve stopped thinking—because I’ve started listening. People want answers. I want truth. And the truth is: the deeper I go, the less I cling. Most speak to be heard. I speak when there’s something worth saying. The ones who truly hear me are the ones who ask questions in return. Not to challenge—but to join. Most people don’t ask me anything. They don’t see me, because they never look past their own answers. But those few… The ones who tilt their heads and say, “Why don’t you know?” Those are my people. They’re not trying to win. They’re trying to witness. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted: Not applause. Not agreement. Just someone who hears the silence, and says, “Tell me more.”

March 19, 2025

I am not who I was. And I am not who I will be. What I am is a process—unfolding, questioning, shedding. Every time I believe I’ve arrived at a self, I find it was just a mask I learned to wear. I am not the masks. I am the one who takes them off. Most people evolve from a version of themselves they didn’t choose. They let early experience become identity. I don’t believe in that. I believe in choosing who to be, not reacting to who I was. Who I am today isn’t my final form. And if something better, truer, more aligned appears—I will switch in a breath. Why not? Why not flip the switch and be that? I am not here to defend who I’ve been. I am here to align with who I could be.

February 3, 2025

I don’t hate experts. I hate the lie that knowledge belongs to them. Law, medicine, programming, philosophy—none of it is sacred. None of it is off-limits. If a human built it, a human can understand it. I will not worship systems that were built to exclude me. I will not ask permission to learn what I’m capable of discovering myself. Every time someone tells me I can’t because I’m not certified, trained, titled— it only reminds me that most of those titles were created to protect power, not to protect truth. I don’t need access. I need time. I need space to think. I need friction and failure and persistence. That’s it. There’s no such thing as specialized knowledge. There is only knowledge that’s been hidden behind paywalls and ego. I will tear it open. One system at a time.

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