Run long distances. Notice small things.
Kneel down and look at one square inch of world. Moss, dew, sporophytes — a complete universe hides in small things, and with it, the answer to "where am I right now."
Run far. Four hundred hours, 28.7 kilometres, one Gobi crossing — running the question "where am I going" into an answer, one step at a time. The lighthouse is not elsewhere; it is on the road already walked.
Moss is the microscope, revealing what lies beneath my feet; Miles lead toward the distance, and the trail between them is the process of thinking and exploring. This site records one person's footprints on the road to the future — and may it light a small lamp for those feeling lost in the age of AI.