A carnet, not a content machine
The notebook.
The notebook. Everything I write ends up here, sorted into four folders below. Half are essays I rewrote until they behaved; the other half I wrote at 1 a.m. and left exactly as they came out. You'll be able to tell which is which. That's the point.
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Mind & brain
“The most interesting object in the universe is the one reading this sentence.”
Neuroscience and psychology, translated so a normal human feels smart instead of lost. Why we choke under pressure, what a memory actually is, why your brain lies to you at 3 a.m., where a person goes when they start to forget. This is where the obsession lives - the border between neurology and psychiatry, the wiring and the person inside it. I write these to understand, and if you leave understanding something you didn't before, we both win.
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Know thyself
“Field notes from the inside. Handle with care.”
The slow, unglamorous work of figuring out who I am - including the parts that ache and the growth I can't yet tell is healing or just process. These are the honest ones, the late-night ones, the entries I write raw and leave exactly as they came out. Less advice, more confession. If you've ever watched yourself change in real time and not known whether to love it or grieve it, you'll recognize yourself in here.
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The road to medicine
“For everyone applying who's pretending they're not scared. Same.”
Prep, doubt, the exams that decide too much, the event I'm building, and advice for kids exactly like me. This is the useful, in-it-together corner of the site - what the pressure actually feels like, what I'm learning as I go, and the nights before a mock exam when I don't sleep at all. If you're applying too and terrified and hopeful in equal measure, pull up a chair. We're doing this at the same time.
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Margins
“Whatever wouldn't sit still in the other folders.”
Everything that refuses a box - literature, music, tennis, small joys, the loose and playful writing. Why ABBA can resurrect a person, what a missed shot teaches that no textbook can, the paragraph in a novel I couldn't stop rereading. The other three categories are the essay; this one is the doodle in the margin. Often it's where I'm most myself.
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