Every dispatch starts somewhere.
This one starts with a song I wrote for someone I can’t reach, a story I’m not finished telling, and a quiet certainty that both of them matter.
I don’t have everything figured out. I have a body of work in progress and a belief that the most human things — love, loss, the decision to keep going anyway — are worth saying out loud, even when the timing isn’t perfect.
Especially then.
More is coming. For now — this is where it begins.
— David
