about.
While finishing this book, I realised it started long before I was born.
But — it begins to click with a candle in a bar during a solo trip to Berlin.


Cold Berlin
January 7th
Very first Sunday of 2024 — a solo trip

I was at the counter ready to leave but ordered one last drink.
I move away and sit down.
While waiting
on my table
under a candle
— I find
a fortune cookie note.
It reads: better to light a candle than complain about darkness.
5 months later pieces started to come together.

For some reason, you are here —
and so much had to happen for you to be here.
Like everything I thought I owned, this story was never just mine.
So I decided to write a book.
A book with detachable pages.
A book that belongs to no one.
A book that finds you.

