While I can't fully remember, I can say with high confidence I have felt displaced since birth. I have early memories where I told my parents that I must have been swapped at birth — I can't believe what they thought of that! Growing up I both felt and acted awkward. There was never an environment that I truly belonged in, and there still isn't. It's a quality I have slowly grown into.
My experiences have led me to believe that evolution is anything but smooth and linear, but instead a combustion path: building internal pressure that violently fragments old structures that were once restraints.
The goal of this blog is to take the most volatile, intense, and chaotic moments then launch them into the highest perspective.
The pure, upper air. The unboxable, high-velocity space of intellect, cosmic geometry, and untamed spirit.
The fiery ash and rock fragments blasted into the sky during a cataclysmic volcanic eruption.
When combined: a living, breathing chronicle of an unfolding process. A documentation of extreme shifts, personal friction, and the unapologetic pursuit of absolute authenticity.