A promising CTO conversation sat beside heavy Mirtazapine sedation, depression, hurt, and distrust, so the day reads like hope and collapse sharing the same cramped space.

I spent the day in Umbrella Academy, music loops, paranoia, blocking, and theory-heavy mood swings, turning social pruning into its own kind of trance.

The day was a volatile pile of notes about Palestine, Zoroastrian grievance, family money, revenge, coercion, identity hatred, and fantasies of control, which is why it feels less like a diary and more like a raw danger dump.

The day was dominated by an islandwide power cut, retention worries, hiring, and messy internal deal politics, with me trying to hold the company together while recalculating loyalty, commissions, and who still mattered.