Field guides, foraging walks, spore prints on your kitchen table. An obsession that turns every hike into a treasure hunt.
Step outside at night. Look up. Know every bright point by name. The oldest form of navigation, still quietly magical.
Numbers become living things: surge, retreat, the moon's pull on the Pacific. Then you go see what was hiding.
Tepache. Kvass. Preserved lemons. Kimchi. Let time and microbes do their thing in a jar on your counter.