This is where I will write — occasionally, when something needs to be said — about the inner work of crossing.
These are not how-tos. They are observations from the road: what I notice in the people I walk with, in the texts I keep returning to, in my own continuing transition.
Some will be short. Some will go longer than I meant them to. None will be polished into emptiness. I would rather say one true thing slowly than ten clever things quickly.
If something here meets you, that is enough. If it does not, leave it. The crossing is yours, not mine.
— Alex