Change (*October 5, 2025*) Change has been happening to me a lot lately and I'm not sure I have much to say about it except that it keeps happening, which feels both obvious and somehow important to notice. It's not the kind of thing where I can step back and assess whether it's good or bad because I'm still inside it, it's still shifting through whatever this is, and the distance required for judgment doesn't exist yet. What's strange is how little agency feels relevant to any of this. Some changes I chose, some happened to me, but the distinction doesn't seem to matter as much as I thought it would because both kinds have this quality of inevitability, like watching weather systems move through. When I wrote about things like automation forcing understanding through articulating every edge case, I didn't realize I was describing something larger, which is that life keeps demanding you understand, and there's no way to abstract yourself out of the process to observe it cleanly. I keep thinking about how quickly everything around someone can decide they're unrecognizable when they shift too much, which makes me wonder if identity was ever about some core self or just about whether you can still perform the functions people expect. Maybe that's too dark but it feels true right now, this sense that coherence is something we perform rather than possess, and change doesn't break that because there was nothing solid to break. There's this concept about how the only freedom is consenting to what's already happening, which sounds bleak but also kind of removes the pressure of figuring out if you're handling it right. Change just is, and I'm in it, and maybe that's the only honest thing I can say about it right now.