On these pages are my thoughts, as I develop them. I am flawed. They are flawed. I spelled dilettante wrong, for example.

At some point I realised that I know very little. I am not sure whether or not I have ever had an original thought, even. In my head is a constant stream of questions, and as I age the questions rely on partial answers to questions past.

I intend to clarify, through this work, my own examined life.

The basic elements of this project rely on three observations:

  1. You get better at things that you practice
  2. Memory is unreliable, writing things down keeps you honest
  3. We are in a cave, looking at shadows on the wall