Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.

i’ve spent much of my life fading away, whether it was quietly leaving rooms, letting texts go unanswered, or watching connections dissolve before they began. this piece reflects on that pattern of disappearing, the weight it carries, and the small anchors that keep me tethered, like the presence of my cats.