One essay a month, written by a man who suspects the worst of himself and writes it down so he cannot pretend later that he did not know.
No. 003 May 2026 On the man who can name his own hypocrisy and changes nothing
I have begun to suspect that lucidity, in my case, is a kind of comfortable furniture I have arranged around the problem so I do not have to step over it.
No. 002 Apr 2026 The kindness that is actually contempt
When I am gentlest with someone, it is usually because I have already decided, somewhere underneath the gentleness, that they cannot bear the truth — and that decision is the cruellest thing in the room.
No. 001 Mar 2026 Why I keep the cage door open and do not walk through it
The cage is not the problem. The cage has always been open. The problem is the man inside the cage, who has, over the years, become quite attached to the bars.