Life, Interpreted

One year. 365 days. Exactly 17 syllables at a time.

As an interpreter, my world is built on words. But lately, I found my brain overflowing—a “menagerie of symptoms,” a pile of books to read, and a loud, beautiful life that felt impossible to capture in a typical journal.

I realized I needed a rule to keep the chaos in check. 📏

Since January 1st, 2026, I have committed to the 5-7-5 rule. Every single day, I distill my reality into a single haiku. It’s an exercise in precision and a way to force even the loudest, most “alien” days into a tiny, disciplined box.