In writing We Who See, I found that some ideas needed room to breathe outside the confines of narrative. To grapple with concepts plainly, without metaphor.
This space is where I talk about those ideas.
Where I ask questions I don’t know how to answer.
Some pieces will read like personal essays. Some like broken memoirs. Some like Outlinar dispatches from beyond the veil.
If you’ve ever felt the Ick, if you’ve ever longed for something real, if you’ve ever wanted to look directly at the thing others are too polite to mention—this is for you.
Welcome to the edge.

Reflections, emotional experiments, and conceptual threads that shaped We Who See. Sometimes in-world. Sometimes not. Always in search of clarity.