things i think about on smoke breaks and bring to dinner. open, unhurried, mostly unanswered. if you're sitting with one of these too, that's a reason to email.
how much of what i want did i catch from someone else? the audit never ends.
when does an operating system become a cage? asking for a friend who builds them.
can taste be built, or only inherited and sharpened?
what does the second brain owe the first?
if who i am is a curated catalogue of what i've collected, is the collecting the work - or the hiding from it? (the essay that keeps asking me this)
is the dangerous life a young man's story, or a discipline you can keep?