welcome
This page is a quiet corner for reading, thinking, and collecting small traces of feeling. You will find brief journal notes, thoughts on history of science and literature, and a slow-growing library of ideas — an autumn room for a wandering mind. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
I study the patterns that whisper beneath the obvious: in books, in thought, in the shape of clouds. This place is gentle, homey, and a little melancholic — like Dazai's softer afternoons under grey maple trees.
