It’s been a while.

The site has been quiet for months, and so have I. What began as a pause became a necessary stillness, one brought on by the heart attack. It forced me to step back, slow down, and listen to what silence had been trying to say for years.

Well, some of what it has been saying.

I’ve spent this time working on a book, shaping the thoughts that have lived between my essays. Writing like this has been a kind of excavation, not just of memory, but of meaning.

The themes you’ve read here about identity, belonging, the spaces between categories, and the individual worlds in our minds have deepened into something less abstract and more lived. The Others may appreciate what I’m working on.

Recovery has a rhythm not unlike writing: uneven, humbling, and for me, mostly wordless. The heart teaches a different kind of discipline. It reminds you that survival and purpose are not the same thing, and that silence is not the absence of creation but part of its cycle.

So if you’ve wondered where I’ve been, I’ve been inside the work. Inside recovery. Inside myself. It is from that space that I’ll be updating this site and KnowProSE.com at a pace that is reasonable for me, maybe a few quick updates, but most of them fortnightly.

In a way, this may become an oasis against the AI slop that social media has become (more on that at KnowProSE.com), a place of thought rather than regurgitation. To invite people to think rather than to tell them what to think has always been the point of my writing, and I’m not going to stop simply because some rogue AI company scrapes words off websites.

It’s important to me to finish this book, and perhaps the next one, and my energy is going toward that. Some hints will come as I continue that particular journey.

The fragments are still real; they’re just focused elsewhere, taking longer to form.

– Taran