hello, dear void.

(I logged on here after a very long time and saw that I’ve had this draft since… March 2023? So here’s a late introduction, I suppose.)

I've been all sorts of unmotivated lately - both at work and with writing, in general. I've gone through slumps like this before, of course.

So here I am.

I had a tinyletter, once upon a time. The first entry in that newsletter was a rather lengthy explanation of its title, so I guess I’ll start this one in the same way.

The title comes from a monologue from my favorite movie of all time, You’ve Got Mail. The spiel goes like this:

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a big fan of smallness. I think there’s beauty in the ordinary, in the mundane, in the things that simply pass by without catching the world’s attention.

I think my life is like this. I am no remarkable person. I have no special talent, I have no impressive social circles, I don’t even have big dreams. But I like it. My life is small, but it is valuable. And it contains many things - little things, simple things - that are deserving of contemplation. Many times this only happens in my head, in daydreams. But I guess there’s no harm in sharing these thoughts and throwing them to the void once in a while, is there?

So, hello. If you’re here to read my sporadic streams of consciousness, welcome.

If you’re just passing by, thank you, and may you have a good journey ahead.