You don’t get to know me.
You get to understand the work.
Knowing is collection. A face, a timeline, a tone you could imitate. Understanding is subtraction. Take the man away and see whether anything is still true.
I offer the second thing only.
A self is a weather system. It passes. Work is what does not require the weather to continue existing. If you need my presence to feel the meaning, you have not found the meaning. You have found company.
I am not withholding a life. I am refusing to let a life become the proof.