The Notes.

A note on “the chance to live”; on why, sometimes out of love, we take away from the people we love the chance to make mistakes, to experience — even the chance to be wounded.

A text I wrote myself smelled of artificial intelligence — yet not a single word of it was the machine's work. A note on “flawless” prose and the writer's voice that gets lost in today's polished web.

Choosing one field can feel like losing several others. A reflection on breadth, depth, and finding a way to bring different interests together.