This blog isn’t about anything in particular. And that’s the point.
Modern life pushes us to assign purpose to everything. We feel we must earn, achieve, or produce, as if small, aimless pleasures are unworthy. But here, there is no agenda. There is no metric, no expected outcome, no immediate benefit.
Activities don’t need justification. Thoughts don’t need application. A hobby doesn’t have to make money. A daydream doesn’t need a lesson. Here, they exist simply because they exist.
Even the act of writing this isn’t about accomplishing anything. It isn’t about proving insight, leaving a legacy, or shaping an opinion. It’s about collecting fleeting thoughts, noticing connections, and letting them breathe. Maybe someone will read them. Maybe not. That’s irrelevant.
I could write on paper, but then these thoughts would be private, immobile, fragile. Online, they can linger, shift, or simply vanish—just like everything else.
So, why this blog? Because sometimes the value of something is that it doesn’t need one. Sometimes the freedom of thought is enough. Sometimes writing about nothing is writing about everything.
And that is exactly the point.