Welcome to the Unfinished Book
This is not a website. It’s a resting place for thoughts — thoughts that arrived uninvited, and chose to stay.
Every post here is a page torn from the journal of my becoming. Some are scribbled in silence, others in storms. But none of them pretend to be complete.
You are not here by accident. Somewhere between your curiosity and my chaos, something brought you here. A word, a whisper, or a wound.
So stay a while. Read slowly. Breathe between lines. For this book — like life — is still being written.