Logbook - May 7, 2026

Yesterday morning I watched a puddle drying up, taken by force by the sun&rsquo;s rays. A &ldquo;necessary&rdquo; violence to make room for the next puddle. Transformation is an act of rupture, and at this moment, I feel I am in a phase of transformation. Today I feel a bit like that puddle: a bit mortified, a bit disappointed, and a bit of a disappointment. Does evaporating mean failing?