I’d like to start with an idea—after all, that’s where most things begin. One of my favorite moments in the day is the morning commute, when music and scenery blend into the perfect backdrop for imagination. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how our ancestors lived in harmony with nature, in awe of our progress but wary of its chaos. I don’t know which way of life is better, but I do wonder about what’s changed. We often forget to pause—to admire the clarity of water, the way sunlight filters through a window, or the comfort of a thunderstorm. And sometimes, we forget to ask the bigger questions—the ones about hunger, freedom, and what truly matters.

Desire takes many forms. Maybe it’s the memory of someone who slipped away, the pull of change, or the craving for one more spark of excitement. I’m fascinated by the invisible walls between strangers—polite, yet distant. I love breaking through that surface, making space for the kind of honesty we rarely allow ourselves in our daily routines. There’s something special about the moment nerves turn into ease, when chemistry becomes undeniable. That instant when you realize you share a favorite author or make coffee the same way every morning. A good conversation, a knowing smile—small signs of something meaningful unfolding.