I carry a small notebook everywhere—not for writing down big ideas or sketching out grand plans, but for casually hoarding the leftovers of daily life. Stickers peeled off fruit, labels from bottles I’ll never remember drinking, ticket stubs from events I barely attended—whatever crosses my path and feels vaguely worth keeping. There’s no strategy. No composition. Just impulse. Each page fills up in a way that seems completely arbitrary… until it doesn’t.
Because at the end of the year, something weird happens: all those random, thoughtless choices start to make sense. Patterns emerge. A visual rhythm appears. It’s like my subconscious was designing something the whole time, and I just wasn’t paying attention. This project is about that—about how we unintentionally create meaning just by living.
Book 1: 2024–2025