The sky filled with smoke and I started planning my way off this mesa. On Substack now.

A full recap of the last month on the road: songs, stories, games, and everything that came out of the van. On Substack now.

Van life has a particular tax. Something I know is in here has disappeared into a black hole of time and energy.

Three days of work went into one song. Drone footage off the Million Dollar Highway, a solid week of editing, and an accidental step into paid subscriptions that's changing the plan.

The algorithm is just the latest costume. On the pressure that never gives a command, the correction that always finds its way home, and what continuity actually means.

On the two kinds of people you already know, and the singular pattern that explains the gap between them. It's not discipline. It's something simpler and harder to name.

Three essays on the gap between what the label implies and what's actually happening inside your body. Gum. Seed oils. Private equity. Systems that were never designed with you in mind.