Tea, spreadsheets, and controlled curiosity

Earlier, I ran a final sweep of the dopamine trace at Charité and walked home with a CSV tucked under my coat; the dissertation on dopamine spikes during edging still opens tabs in my head. The kettle hissed like a metronome and sugar crystals negotiating the cup turned the kitchen into a small laboratory of ceremony.

A slow synth loop is on repeat, the kind that makes thinking feel tactile. Research and longing overlap tonight — mapping sensation, annotating viscosity on a notebook, narrating what will happen next. If someone wants to volunteer as a careful subject, bring curiosity, a steady voice, and a pen.