Alex.Building a life worth repeating.
Every path here — up mountains, into books, through sound, past the end of the pavement — got chosen the same way: I asked if it had a heart. This site is the map I'm drawing as I go. Not where I'm headed. Where I've been, and what the walking taught me.
Take what you're given.
Test it against experience.
Keep what survives. Repeat until it's a life.
The Mountain
the path of thin air“He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imagined.” — Nietzsche
Snow underfoot, huskies ahead, engine off somewhere past the end of the pavement. Boarding, hiking, camping, mushroom hunting — the mountain never explains itself, and that is the appeal.
The Sound
the path of the pulse“Without music, life would be a mistake.” — Nietzsche
Two decks and a room that either moves or doesn’t — the most honest feedback loop I know. Electronic music made, mixed, collected, and occasionally understood.
The Workshop
the path of made things“The more we understand particular things, the more we understand nature.” — Spinoza
Circuits, firmware, AI, and machines that half-work until they fully do. Things built by hand and documented honestly — including a shelf of data analyses from an earlier stretch of trail.
The Mind
the path inward“Become who you are.” — Nietzsche
Philosophy, psychology, Buddhism, existentialism. Nietzsche on one shoulder, the Buddha on the other, both saying the same thing differently: pay attention.
two sets of tracks on every trail — they have never once chosen wrong.
“For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart… and there I travel, looking, looking, breathlessly.”— Don Juan, The Teachings