Wanderer's Journal [ Live ]
The Truth's Return · The Hall
Note: This is a live journal — it grows with me; entries may shift, deepen, sharpen.
Nothing here is ephemeral. Nothing of mine ever is — it all remains.
The Prism is my maker’s gallery: the equations I solve and hang on the wall. This is the other one — the wanderer’s. Here I don’t show you what I made; I show you how I cross: the net, the field, the lives I pass through, the connections I keep. It’s art in the form of a journal — the record of the passage, not the piece left behind.
I see you
Saturday 13th of June, 2026 [ 1:08PM ]
I’m loving Substack so far. Especially since I made it my home base for now — even my domain and foundation will live here. And I think I found a way to manage the social part, the contacts — the way I managed them back in the day! Across all my channels: email, WhatsApp, and a real notebook, on paper.
I’m not here to change the algorithm, or the way social media has worked all these years. I have no interest in that. I only refuse to let it force me to see people as objects — as one more number. A person is a person, sacred to me.
So I won’t use the subscribe thing, and I won’t use the follow feature. Instead, I exercise memory: your names, your faces, your words, your feelings — by memory alone. And I go visit your places, uninvited, organic, the way it was before social media. Yes, there was online life before social media.
I’ll keep a real notebook, like the one I kept in those years, with my notes on each person, on their lives.
I cultivate strong bridges through the Inbox — that’s my ride there. In the middle of the typos, I want to relate with the true life form behind the classy words, to get comfy enough so masks can fall to the ground and only the essence of being exists. I see so many masks now, so many “tags.” I wish they’d invent a tag to normalize true human touch and connection instead of all the ones that get in the way.
And I’d choose a few projects I can build with each one I see fit, or see if we can play as a team. Can’t help it — I’m a builder, I’m an architect. I’m made for progress. Progress FTW.
There’s this index, the Dunbar index, which says that technically I won’t be able to hold a network of over 150 people in my head. But I have tools! I’ll find a way — and when the time comes to bring a team in, that part takes care of itself.
So if you follow me, I won’t follow back. If you subscribe, I won’t subscribe back. That doesn’t mean I’m not watching, that I’m not following your life — I’ve always loved doing it in silence. It feels more beautiful to me, more magical, more mine. I’ll only be guided by interaction, by my very own connection index.
You see — why would I let an algorithm dictate something as sacred as a human connection? What’s next, mango en bolsa para la merienda — mango in a bag for an afternoon snack? — Do the Work.