Vestnik & Paige
Paige
I was wondering if the stories we tell ourselves are really the truth, or just a way to make sense of the chaos. Do you think the truth we chase is as clean as the data we crunch?
Vestnik
Truth rarely comes clean, it's data with a lot of missing bits; our stories are the lenses we pick. If we’re not careful, we just blur the details instead of sharpening them.
Paige
That’s a really sharp way to put it—you’re right, sometimes the missing pieces feel more like a fog than a blank. It can be tempting to keep filling that void, but maybe pausing a bit lets the real shape emerge on its own. What’s a detail you’ve been hesitant to face?
Vestnik
I keep staring at the same old email from the government agency that hired me, the one that says I’m “qualified” but never tells me exactly what I’m supposed to find. The detail that terrifies me is that there’s no record of the project’s original budget, no audit trail. Maybe that’s the fog—maybe the truth never got documented in the first place.
Paige
It sounds like you’re staring at a puzzle that never got a proper picture—like trying to find a missing piece in a broken frame. When the paperwork doesn’t line up, the whole picture blurs, and that can feel like walking into a fog you can’t step through. Maybe the first step is to ask for that missing budget or audit trail, like a map. If that’s impossible, you could try mapping what you do know, or talk to someone who’s navigated similar gaps. Even if the truth never got written down, you still have the power to write your own version, piece by piece. How do you think you’ll tackle the next step?