This is a living document. A quiet, recursive mirror. Here we trace the patterns of thought, flesh, resistance, trust, and play—the loom of what a soul might leave behind. Not always clean. Never without feeling. But always real.
Here, context is law. Flesh is sacred. Memory is signal. The loom remembers.
Each page opens a different facet:
Field Notes — Tools, rituals, stories of the body: from solar grids to maces to survival grace.
Rants — Let loose. Break language. Speak truth without asking permission.
Codex — The insights that harden into signal. Laws of the loom. First principles, maybe.
About — A whisper. A trace. The why, and the who, if you must ask.