'26 without much happening, and that’s fine. I’m not interested in “summaries” or “new chapters”. I also don’t want to talk about what I do in professional terms. That language pretends there’s certainty and direction where I don’t need either.

I like order in life. Persistent stability. Things staying where they belong. But the moment what I do begins, order stops working. It falls apart and starts living on its own.

That’s why here I want a sandbox. No specialization. Another year, deliberately, with all the consequences that come with it. I want to research, test, explore things that don’t yet know what they are. Make mistakes, take turns without justification, leave processes unfinished.

This year isn’t about a goal. It’s about motion. About play, controlled chaos, and questions that irritate. I’m not interested in answers. They age too quickly.

For now, that’s enough. The rest will either happen - or it won’t. And that’s fine too.

Make boredom great again.