I don't really have one topic.

I have one fascination.

How do we become more ourselves?

Sometimes that question looks like leaving alcohol behind.

Sometimes it looks like realizing you're a scanner after forty years of wondering why everyone else seemed able to choose one thing.

Sometimes it looks like buying the dream house.

Sometimes it looks like burning the business plan.

Sometimes it looks like planting roses.

These essays follow all of it.

The detours.

The experiments.

The mistakes.

The ordinary Tuesdays that quietly change everything.

There isn't a reading order.

There isn't a roadmap.

Just open to the page that feels like it was written for you.

and