Nylder's Marginalia

The Quiet, Never-ending, Current There’s a quiet unrest inside me — a current that never seems to settle. My mind rarely stops. It drifts, circles back, jumps ahead — never quite still. Even when everything outside is quiet, something inside keeps evolving. Sometimes it’s ideas. Other times it’s worries, memories, questions I didn’t mean to ask, or that I would have really liked to get out. They come and go in their own time, and I can’t always tell which are worth holding onto. I feel like writing this might help. It slows things down just enough for me to notice what’s passing through. I don’t always find answers, but at least I get to trace the shape of a thought before it disappears. That’s what I want this space to be: a place to follow what’s moving, without rushing it. I probably won’t always make sense, but if I can get you to experience a bit of my rapturous river of thoughts, I’ll already be happy. It’s not about clarity — it’s about self-presence. About showing up to wha...