Loves
The things that make the signal louder. Not just favorites. The obsessions, comforts, rituals, and ambitions that keep steering the paper plane.
The Sun
Positivity, life, radiance. The emotional weather system behind half the decisions.
"I would move cities for better sunlight."
I really, really love the sun. Not metaphorically. Literally. When I’m having a bad day, sunlight fixes it faster than productivity advice ever could. The sun represents everything I want to be: warm, consistent, life-giving. Vitamin D is the most underrated drug on earth.
Pizza
A perfect slice is proof simple things can still be transcendent.
"I have literally taken flights for pizza."
This is not a food preference. This is a system. I have opinions about crust, fold technique, and where Chicago and New York each win. A perfect slice feels like craftsmanship hiding in plain sight.
Weddings
Maximum human emotion in one room.
"Weddings are the purest concentration of human emotion you can walk into."
The vows, the parents, the dance floor, the chaos. I would genuinely pay to attend a stranger’s wedding if the energy was right.
Penguins
Earnest little weirdos in formalwear.
"They look like tiny executives who chose joy instead."
Penguins feel like proof that earnestness can still be cool. They commit fully to the bit, and Antarctica is on the list mostly because they are there.
Stand-Up Comedy
The cleanest test of whether something is actually true and funny.
"Comedy is the most honest art form."
You can’t fake a laugh. I want the rooms, the reps, the tension, the story of eventually writing a set that lands.
Flying
A Cessna, a runway, and a direction.
"The dream is freedom with altitude."
Commercial travel scratched the itch. It did not satisfy it. The real dream is flying myself somewhere because curiosity beat practicality.
Space
Not metaphorically. Literally.
"The overview effect feels like a moral upgrade."
I want to help build the future that eventually gets people off this planet and then go see that view myself.
Jazz
The dim bar, the trio, the drink.
"Jazz is the sound of people listening to each other in real time."
In every new city, I hunt for the jazz bar. The right one feels like a temporary church for attention, timing, and restraint.
Writing
Where loose thoughts become something I can actually use.
"Writing is how I stop a half-formed instinct from evaporating."
The Observation Deck is where noise turns into pattern. I write to understand motives, contradictions, and the parts of people that only show up once you slow the scene down.
Cricket
The sport I grew up inside.
"It’s chaos compressed into three hours."
It was the first language of the playground. T20 just happened to make it legible to everyone else.
Tennis
The sound of pressure becoming visible.
"One point can shift the energy of an entire stadium."
The US Open became a ritual because live tennis makes the pressure feel architectural.
Table Tennis
The fastest reset button I know.
"It feels like meditation if meditation had reflexes."
Table tennis is what I reach for when my head is noisy. It demands enough focus to clear the static, but not so much seriousness that it stops being fun.
Celtic Crossings
The kind of nights that become stories later.
"These nights become the stories."
Guinness in hand, friends around, nowhere urgent tomorrow. The best nights never announce themselves in advance.
WHO DEY
Faith, delusion, and civic identity in stripes.
"Being a Bengals fan is basically choosing vulnerability as a hobby."
Every season asks for unreasonable optimism and somehow gets it from me anyway. The heartbreak is part of the ritual now; so is showing up again.
People
The community is global now.
"My closest friends are scattered across time zones."
The internet didn’t ruin community. It changed the shape of it. That matters a lot to how I think about life.
Not a favorites list. A navigation system.
These aren’t random likes. They cluster around a few recurring instincts: warmth, flight, stories, obsession, community, and the desire to be moved by something real. The page gets better once it stops pretending everything belongs at the same volume.
Signal Map
A cleaner way to explain why the wall looks the way it does: some loves are comforts, some are obsessions, and some are long-horizon bets on the kind of life worth living.
Dreams in progress
The long-horizon version of this page. Less about taste, more about trajectory.