made for phone!! everything here is still a work in progress if your reading this you found it early
Hello Iris, I’m glad you’re here.
I made this website as an outlet to express emotion in the only way I know how.
I find it hard to text you without feeling mildly horrified, and I can’t call without my point getting lost.
So I made this—an ode to what you gave me.
A recollection of our time together, my thoughts, and my final words to you.
I’ve seen this tree in a thousand different ways.
I always return to it when you’re gone.
It reminds me of how far we’ve come.
I’ve seen it covered in green, and I’ve seen it bare.
I’ve watched its branches sway in the wind
and hang motionless under the weight of silence.
It’s never the same, but somehow always familiar.
Like us.In some strange way, I feel connected to this tree.
It was there when I cried over you
a quiet witness to everything I couldn't say.
It held my back when I had nowhere else to lean.
I enjoy making intricate things. It calms me.
I find peace in weaving through long webs of information.
My whole life feels like one vast tangle of not knowing much of anything.Making secrets and creating knowledge is something I find artistically beautiful.
I look at places and see stories.
Even a floor, a wall, or an empty street—everything holds meaning if you let it.When you draw, you never liked sketching objects—only people.
But to me, objects are who we are.
As insignificant as they may seem, they reflect us: fragile, quiet, and overlooked.The video above shows the place where you and I once sat together
a spot where something meaningful happened.
To me… it was everything.
Because you were there.If we had never been there together,
that place wouldn’t be worth sketching.
It wouldn’t be significant.
But you—and you alone—made it matter.You are significant to me.
I find beauty in two places:
your eyes,
and the radiant love you leave behind in the spaces you’ve touched.