I have tried many things, searched for many hobbies and jobs. For a long time it was a pursuit of the new, the exciting, the unknown — a restlessness I mistook for ambition.
Amid the overwhelming chaos of recent months, my heart kept returning to the smallest joys. I gazed at mountain slopes blanketed in a quilt of colours. I listened to the sea singing me a lullaby.
Aplotita is my small rebellion against that old chase. A practice of choosing one path and staying with it, even when it is quiet, even when no one is watching.
For does an idea that is not put into practice have any value? I do not think so. So here it is, put into practice — imperfectly, gladly. Thank you for being here at the beginning.