"If I love you, it's because in some way we are the same type of bastard"

I took a few months off from writing publicly. I’ve been busy working for Jhourney, re-evaluating what kind of writing I want to put out, and still processing the aftermath of my meditation-induced shift, among other things. But I’ve been writing in private the whole time as part of my daily journaling practice, waiting for when the time felt right to post again. Instead of the usual essay, I wanted to try something new: a compilation of journal entries between the date of my last post and today, a period spanning three months. This wasn’t the first time the thought of curating my entries occurred to me. I initially thought about combing through all my journals—ten years’ worth—and making a book out of them, but this would be a huge undertaking, and the writing was terrible until at least the fifth year. So I settled on three months, which still gave me two hundred pages to work with. Here are my favorite excerpts, lightly edited and arranged chronologically below. MAY 13 2025 Under ra

I took a few months off from writing publicly. I’ve been busy working for Jhourney, re-evaluating what kind of writing I want to put out, and still processing the aftermath of my meditation-induced shift, among other things. But I’ve been writing in private the whole time as part of my daily journaling practice, waiting for when the time felt right to post again. Instead of the usual essay, I wanted to try something new: a compilation of journal entries between the date of my last post and today, a period spanning three months. This wasn’t the first time the thought of curating my entries occu