welcome to the soft static

this is a journal. not a newsletter. not a brand. not an attempt at anything neat.

i’m rowan (they/them). 42. queer. librarian by day, vinyl night DJ when the moon’s just right.

here you'll find: long entries, soft grief, stray observations, half-formed theories about songs that break your heart in the right way, and maybe what i made for dinner. sometimes silence, too. that's allowed.

i write like it’s 2004 because it still matters to me.
no hashtags, no algorithms. just typingnoise.

stay as long as you like.