Personal essays about becoming, memory, family, place, and the experiences that form a life.
Formation Notes
Sep 24, 2026
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Before cannabis became a field of study, it was something my father could identify before I could.
Some knowledge disappears because nobody recognizes the person carrying it as an archive in time.
Sometimes you discover that you have changed because a two-year-old hits you across the face.
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The feelings arrived before I had an explanation for them.
Knowledge is not finished when I understand it.
The recognition came before the credentials.
