Vestnik & 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?
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.
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?
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.