Thinking out loud, in public.
Short notes for now, on Substack. Longer pieces when I have written them. Everything links out.
You're 20. Relax a little. Time is still on your side.
All the weird kids from grade 4 book club, me included, are now on Substack and finding their people.
In a world where followers and status are proof of how you have lived, the goal was never to be remembered by everyone, but to be irreplaceable to someone.
Everyone is editing em dashes out of their writing so they do not get called AI. I think we should bring the em dash back. It is too good not to use.
The greatest storytelling comes from the ability to take the mundane and elementary concepts from your life and turn them into a thrilling narrative.
I love the whimsical feeling of being lost in Substack. There are not any growth playbooks or crazy gurus.
I want to connect with more startup operators, creative technologists, filmmakers, and content creators.
According to Casey Neistat there are losers and there are closers. In a life full of side quests there is not anything I am great at, so maybe I am just a loser. A very happy one.