An archive of memories, fragments, and field notes. There’s no big premise, no linear plot. Just moments. The kind that live in the body long after the mind forgets. Some are the founders’. Some are shared by others. All live in the quiet places between what was and what could be.

We write because care—real care—is a culture we make together.

New entries will appear when they’re ready. Some names are real. Some are not. Anonymous submissions welcome. Share yours here .