About 404 but exists
404 but exists is my way of documenting the in-between and reflecting on my own messy little human experience. The weird, beautiful, heavy, and awkward parts of being a person. It’s where I write about identity, memory, relationships, culture, and everything I’m still trying to figure out. Some of it is messy. Some of it is clearer in hindsight. But all of it is real.
Thanks for being here!
