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It’s messy. It’s uncertain. And strangely… I’m okay with that. (Happy New Year, by the way! lol) Because over the last year, something shifted. What used to feel like failure... the self-doubt, the distraction, the not-knowing... now feels more like evidence that I’m on the edge of something new. It’s not tidy. It’s not streamlined. And it’s definitely not what I see in my social media feed. __________________________________________________________________________________

Around hour thirty-something of wrestling with font software, I found myself questioning all the life choices that had brought me to this moment.  “Whose stupid idea was it to turn my entire language into a font?”  (It was mine. I can’t blame anyone else… but that didn’t stop me from trying to. lol) Nothing in The Rooted Agehas tested me as fiercelyas trying to convince various pieces of software that yes, these strange little glyphs ARE real letters, and yes, I would very m

The earliest mark Dr. Morrow stabilisedwas not a beginning,but an ending. Not a spark...but a settling.   I - /so/ - “so” Meaning: reflection, conclusion   A soft sound. A closing breath.   The shape that appears when something is turning inward...   when a system is looking at itself.   This glyph shows up again and again   in the earliest fragments,   as if the language was beginning   by contemplating its own past.   The first word it offered   wasn’t I am.   It was simply