a library of thoughts

I felt, as I was growing up, that there were so many profoundly broken things inside of me, that there is no way that I could ever fully love or be loved

We vastly underestimate how much depth we actually hold. Give yourself more credit. You’re far more complex than an Instagram post of curated highlights or a Substack essay summarizing a controversial take. Sharing your life online a bit more isn’t going to put a target on your back—people are too caught up in their own lives to scrutinize yours th... See more

Literature is loaded with characters who laboured endlessly in their libraries to become learned, but were ultimately unfunctional and incomplete individuals. Mr. Bennet in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice spent his afternoons locked in his oak office, preferring the company of Walt Whitman to his wife, calm and content, while his household descen... See more

I’m not interested in empire or wealth, I’m interested in paying my bills and spending every minute of my time on labor that brings me delight. I may never change the world, but my company makes my world—and the world of my customers—that much richer and more beautiful.