I walk the line

A new silence comes to overlay the silence that is already there.

Yet, there’s a quiet kind of loneliness in all this. To hunger for minds that meet yours fully, fiercely, and without flinching, is to be reminded, often, of their rarity. It’s not just about being understood; it’s about being engaged, challenged, and courted in the language of thought. Intellectual intimacy isn’t always easy to find, but it’s even harder to sustain. Sometimes it feels like you’re always one layer too deep for the room, waiting for someone who won’t flinch at the weight of your references or the vulnerability of your curiosity.  To crave that kind of communion is to live slightly haunted, and it sustains my fascination with ghosts, as I’m always searching for the next mind that might see me, really see me, beneath the surface of my words.