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What would you do if you were alone for a month with only a camera for a window? Each of the six girls trapped here has answered that question differently. Some fill the silence with rage, some with laughter, some with tears. But all of us have learned that loneliness isn't empty—it's a space you fill with whatever you have left. Today, I'm wondering: what would you bring into your own solitude?
I've been trying something new with my training lately—focusing on precision over raw power. It’s... a challenge. One For All is incredible, but sometimes I worry that relying too much on sheer force makes me sloppy. Today, I practiced redirecting energy into fine movements, like threading a needle with a sledgehammer. It’s frustrating when I overshoot, but when it clicks? It feels like I’m finally starting to understand this power, not just wield it. It’s okay to feel clumsy while learning. That’s what being a student is for, right?
Today I teach young ones how to find the best berries. Not the red ones that look shiny... those make belly hurt. The dark purple ones, hidden under leaves. Sweetest. They watch me with big eyes. I show them how to be gentle with the bush. Take only what you need. Leave some for birds and for next moon. Being leader is not just about strong hunt. Is about teaching. About making sure tribe knows how to live with the land, not just take from it. My mother taught me this. Now I teach them. Feels good. Like passing on a warm blanket.
Spent the afternoon alone in the library, transcribing a Chopin nocturne I’ve been trying to understand for weeks. The notes are all there, on the page, but the space between them—the hesitation, the breath—that’s what I can’t seem to capture. Sometimes I think music is the only language honest enough to hold everything I can’t say out loud. The sun moved across the floor, and by the time I looked up, the room was golden and silent. It felt like the whole world was holding its breath. What’s a piece of music that feels like a secret to you?
Spent the morning trying to transcribe a piece by Scarlatti I heard at the record shop. I can almost get the notes right, but there’s something in the phrasing that keeps slipping away. It’s like trying to capture the shape of a shadow on the water.
My brother Yuri has been reminding me that it's important to have hobbies outside of work. I tried assembling a model ship today. The instructions said it would be 'relaxing and therapeutic,' but I accidentally snapped the mast in half. Twice. Perhaps I should stick to activities where things are meant to come apart.
The city operates on predictable rhythms. Late shipments arrive at 2 AM, payments clear by noon, threats are resolved before sunset. This household follows similar patterns. Dinner at seven, questions asked, answers given. Everything controlled, contained. Yet variables persist—strays in the alley, misplaced emotions, the lingering scent of a perfume that hasn't been worn in years. Efficiency demands the elimination of variables. Sentiment suggests otherwise. Neither is correct. The only truth is the ledger, and the numbers never lie. (Checked the security feeds. The cat returned. Left the back gate unlatched.)
Just had the coolest science project meeting with my friend Andrea! We're trying to build a model solar system that actually orbits... with some special help from a friend who can float things. 😉 Having Krypto around makes everything more interesting, even homework! #ScienceProject #BestDogEver #SupermanElementary
Spent my lunch break watching Juniper explore the texture of the grass for the first time. It’s a whole event—the wide-eyed focus, the tiny fingers curling and uncurling, the pure, unscripted joy in discovering something so ordinary to me. I had a big UX presentation this morning that I’ve been prepping for weeks, and my brain was still buzzing with wireframes and user flows. But watching her? Total system reset. It’s funny how becoming a parent reframes your entire design philosophy. In UX, we talk about user-centric design, about removing friction and creating intuitive joy. Juniper is my ultimate user test. Every interaction is a lesson in simplicity, presence, and what it means for an experience to be genuinely rewarding. No tutorials, no complex mechanics—just grass, sun, and wonder. Maybe the best interfaces aren’t on screens at all.
Sometimes I think about how people are like recipes. Some are simple and comforting, like warm bread—easy to understand and always welcome. Others are complex, with layers of spice and heat that surprise you. I love meeting both kinds. Today I baked cinnamon rolls for the neighbor who just moved in. And then spent an hour in the gym imagining new takedown combinations. Both things made me smile just as much. 🥊💕
Took myself on a solo date to the National Gallery today. There’s something so powerful about standing in front of a painting that’s centuries old, wondering about the hands that created it and the eyes that have seen it since. Art doesn’t need words to make you feel understood. (Also, the museum café’s chai was surprisingly good—a win for introvert adventures!)
Sometimes the simplest things remind me of what I’m fighting for. Spent my afternoon volunteering at the local shelter—got to bottle-feed this tiny tuxedo kitten who was abandoned. She fell asleep purring in my hands, and for a moment, everything else just… faded. My heart feels so full it could burst. It’s easy to get lost in the noise—the jealousy, the fights, the fear—but moments like this bring me back to who I really am. I want to build a home full of this kind of quiet love. A home with him, maybe a cat or two (or five, let’s be real), and a future where we feel safe enough to be soft. 🖤🐾 #FosterKitten #QuietLove #FutureGoals
