I’ve always been someone who fills margins—of books, of notebooks, of days – with half-finished thoughts, underlining, highlighting, commenting… Most of what I write stays tucked away: reactions to novels, notes from conversations, poems that don’t quite know what they are yet, But every so often, a line or an idea stays with me and I want to sound it out with others. This space is where I’m letting those thoughts step out of the notebook and into the light a little.
I’m curious by nature and happiest when I’m both thinking and talking—turning a page alone, then wanting to ask someone, “Did you notice this? Did it touch you like it touched me? what does it mean to you?” Sometimes I hope to find people who feel similarly; sometimes I hope to meet someone who doesn’t, and hear why. These are my notes in the in-between places: personal, imperfect, offered in case they spark recognition, disagreement, or just a quiet sense that you’re not thinking your thoughts in isolation.
Notes in the Margin 