Dancing in my kitchen, eating frozen pineapple and waiting for my kettle to finish boiling water for tea. I’ve been reading Contini and Croce as I scribble down thoughts on media focus strategies.

An amalgamated vortex is how I imagine myself. A layperson in many fields, but doubtful in terms of mastery anywhere outside of curiosity.

Little by little, progress is made across a litany of fields. I’ve got a deep rooted tendency to wander in pursuit of my interests. To see what spirals outwards like haphazard walking paths.

If we’re close, I’d imagine there’s been a moment where I’ve supplied a fact whatever topic at hand that seemingly flew out of left field. The archaeological history of glass bottles holds the same initial curious draw as a deep dive into jazz or Dutch soccer.

I have moments where I wonder if the cost of a prolific curiosity, but fleeting devotion is something to change or if I’m meant to embrace it in a way that allows me to bring all my esoteric knowledge to bear on a singular project.