My Blog

In 2019, I lost my hair to chemotherapy and fell in love with my bald head. What followed — a mystical night, an 18-year anniversary, and a discovery about the album my father played on repeat before he died - changed everything. This is where the wound ends and the rebirth begins. And this is where I finally, fully arrived at myself.

It started in the middle of the night — a feeling that today might be significant. That today might be the day I had lived exactly as many days as my father did in his entire life. So I asked AI to calculate it. What I found sent me on a journey I wasn't expecting.