Drove south to a film hackathon — four hours to build an AI short about the future. Made something personal. Too personal, maybe. The organizers never showed it on stage. Walked out with a quiet ache. Drove to the pool, then kept driving — to the ocean. Photographed strangers in golden light and AirDropped the photos to them — no names, no conversation, just pictures. Some days break you in half. Both halves are yours.