I write to understand.
These pages hold what I am still working out —
about ideas, about fatherhood, about being alive and paying attention.
Recent Writing
The Art of Paying Attention in an Age of Noise
We have built an entire civilisation in the business of distraction. Every notification is a small theft of presence. And yet — attention, I think, is the only truly scarce resource we have. Everything else can be earned back. This one cannot.
Read More →The Weight of Small Things
He is two years old. He weighs fourteen kilograms, which is something I know precisely because I carry him, often, and because his weight has become a kind of unit of measurement for presence.
Read More →On Rereading Old Journals
There is something deeply strange about meeting your past self in the margin notes of a dog-eared notebook — a self who was certain about things you now doubt, and doubtful about things you now know.
Read More →Learning to Be Patient (Notes from the Floor)
Patience, I thought I knew, was a virtue I had in reasonable supply. Then I had a toddler. Now I understand that what I had was the absence of adequate provocation.
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