The stories here don’t follow a timeline or any kind of sensible order. They show up the way memories do—out of sequence, half‑formed, tripping over each other as they work themselves loose. This site is just where I drop them so they can live on a page instead of ricocheting around in my head.

I write under K. Unsupervised, not because I’m hiding—but because the words matter more than the name. This is writing without supervision, without polish, without pretending I have answers, I don’t.