I’ve tried to write this first post a few times already.
Each time it turned into something too neat, too confident, too aware of itself. Like it was trying to pass a job interview instead of saying hello.
So this is me stopping that.
This website exists because I wanted a place that could hold thoughts without rushing them. A place for words, moments, and ideas that don’t always have a clear destination. This is a blog, but not in the tidy, chronological sense. More like a collection of entries left behind as I move through things.
LUSAJE is not here to present a polished version of me. It’s closer to the version that shows up when nobody’s asking for an outcome. The one that notices small things, overthinks them a little, and then writes them down so they don’t vanish.
I do make projects. Some of them are bigger worlds, some of them are quiet experiments, and some never quite make it past the idea stage. They’ll appear here from time to time, but they aren’t the point. They’re just part of the landscape.
What I’m more interested in is everything around them. The pauses. The restlessness. The moments of clarity that arrive unexpectedly, usually when I’m not looking for them.
I used to think an introduction needed to explain who I am and what I do. Lately, that feels less important than showing how I move through things. How curiosity pulls me in different directions. How some days feel grounded and others feel unresolved in ways that are hard to articulate.
This blog is where I let that be visible, without turning it into a lesson or a performance. Some posts might be reflective. Some might be light. Some might be slightly chaotic or unfinished on purpose. That’s not a flaw. It’s the format.
I don’t plan to write on a schedule. I don’t plan to wrap everything up neatly. If something feels honest and worth leaving behind, it belongs here.
If you’re reading this, you’re not expected to keep up or make sense of everything. You’re just here, passing through the same space for a moment. That feels like enough.
There will be more. When there is.
This isn’t the beginning of a grand statement.
It’s just a place to return to.
The door’s open.