My family used to take summer trips to Syria, and we’d always spend at least a few weeks at my grandma’s house in Jableh. There, around the age of 12, I drew an atom in a notebook, and wrote a brief description of its structure in the margins.

This memory stands out in my mind as something like a happy place, and in a way, I think I’ve just been repeating it in more and more complicated forms.

This site is something of an online journal. For more polished works, check out my page on Medium.