I’ve always asked too many questions.
The kind that sit beneath the surface.
The kind that don’t beg for answers—just truth.

This space is named after the moment we finally stop performing and start feeling.
Not the first why, born from reason.
Not the second, shaped by logic.
Not the third, where fear hides behind goals.
Not even the fourth, which often echoes someone else’s voice.

But the fifth.
The quiet one.
The one that doesn't need to convince anyone but me.

That’s where I write from.
That’s where this space begins.