Reflections
Reflections start with something small and real — a mug, a sentence, a quiet hour, a hard day. I stay close to the scene and let the meaning rise on its own, without forcing it into an argument. The thinking is still here, but it shows up like a slow reveal: you notice what matters because you’re finally looking at it long enough.
No One Is Actually Talking About "Generations"
Those who would sincerely judge someone by their generational cohorts are making an error equal to those who would ignore generational labels entirely.