
🚇 Metro Confessions: The Day I Became the Hygiene Vigilante
This event didn’t technically happen on the DC Metro, but let’s be real—this city is full of public transit weirdos, and it deserves a place in the Metro Confessions Hall
Books, stories, and writing on the narratives that matter
I believe stories can function like instruments: they reveal what’s happening inside us and around us, and they give us language for the next decision.

Books for your spirit, future, and rack
Essays, confessions, and reflections.
Minimalist wall art & illustrations

Resilience, meaning, and recovery—practical and human.
Standalone sci-fi and mythic worlds—memory, power, future.
Strategy, rivalry, governance—for serious readers.

This event didn’t technically happen on the DC Metro, but let’s be real—this city is full of public transit weirdos, and it deserves a place in the Metro Confessions Hall

Because nothing says “we’re over” like yelling next to someone eating tuna salad at 0615. If New York is the city that never sleeps, and Paris is the city of love, then DC is the city

Or, That Time My Child Assessed My Career and Intelligence with Surgical Precision… In Public We interrupt our usual programming of DC Metro drama, escalator traffic jams, faregate-flying acrobatics, and