I've always loved the way stories grow, shift, and intertwine with the people who encounter them.

There's a passage from Erin Morgenstern's book 'The Starless Sea' that always stuck with me. It tells the story of a room where an old unremarkable dollhouse had been stacked away. Over time, visitors that happened to stumble upon the room would add to it using whatever they could find in their pockets, unknowingly participating in an overaching narrative and fundamentally changing the world the dolls live in.

Almost everyone who finds the room feels compelled to add to it. To leave the contents of their pockets repurposed as a wall or tree or temple. A thimble becomes a trash can. Used matchsticks create a fence. Loose buttons transform into wheels or apples or stars

Anyone who enters the room affects it. Leaves an impression upon it even if it is unintentional. It sometimes takes the dolls quite a while to adapt"

We are all so hopelessly connected by the narratives that surround us. We hold onto the books, movies, and art that shape us. They become tiny rooms in the house that is our minds, places we revisit, doors we open when we need comfort, inspiration, or understanding. Media isn't just entertainment — it’s a reflection of who we are and who we want to become. Whatever moves us ripples outwards, influencing what we create, how we interact, and how we make others feel.

"We are all stardust and stories", as the book puts it.

My purpose for this space is to honor those stories I carry with me — stories that have, in one way or another, shaped who I am today. As you wander through this archive, I hope you might recognize fragments and reflections of your own beloved stories, or even discover new rooms waiting to be furnished a meaning that's entirely yours.

If you want to leave a matchstick, a thimble or a thought of your own, feel free to do so in the guestbook.