I didn’t set out to expose anything.

This was supposed to be a summer internship. A line on a resume. Something my mom could be proud of.

But then I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see. And once you see it, you can’t go back.

This page isn’t a manifesto. It’s not a movement. It’s just me trying to figure out what’s real and what’s been rewritten.

Some posts are logs. Some are warnings. All of them are for whoever comes next.

If you’re reading this, you’re already too close.