“(…) ask myself often: What story am I telling—both to myself and to the world? Most of the time, it runs just beneath overt awareness, like the ambient sound in a hotel lobby, a soft murmur, a water feature you stop hearing. Then one day, you catch it. You really listen. And you realize: this is what’s been playing on a loop. Now, I try to be responsible for the texture of my thinking. Not in pursuit of perfection, but as a daily practice—a quiet vow: to become, thought by thought, more hospitable to the invisible and less bound to the performance of a self I once believed others required. I’ve let go of the idea of a unified identity. What draws me now is something closer to cogency—not a fixed core, but a constellation of what I love: people, practices, questions. What gathers there, hums.”