Diary
Life, as I am learning it
A living notebook for everything that does not fit neatly elsewhere: essays, recipes, places, experiments, memories, and experiences worth keeping.
On being twenty-two and two thousand two hundred
Why an old soul and a young body is not a contradiction but a working relationship — and what it costs to keep them talking.
The recipes I carry home
Food memories, kitchen experiments, and the dishes I am slowly learning to write down in my own way.
The case for cozy darkness
Not gothic, not sad — warm. A small defense of working at night, with the lamp low and the cat asleep.
What a model and a grandmother have in common
Both learn from examples. Only one can tell you why. Notes on explainability, from the kitchen.
Tifinagh, and the alphabets we inherit
On writing in a script older than most countries, and what it means to carry a language that almost wasn't allowed.
The train ride home
A small story about a window seat, a stranger's book, and the particular peace of being between two places.
New diary entries will open into their own pages as the collection grows.