
I am embarking on a new project that feels a bit like becoming my own client. Over the years, I’ve told many people that their lives are a manuscript, and now, thanks to a literal ghost in my machine, I’m forced to take my own advice. This essay is the first in "1997 Project Romance," a series where we'll deconstruct a real-life romance by reverse-engineering the emails that started it all. It is the unvarnished "source code" of my own history, showing you how the power of storytelling can be built from the mundane moments of our daily lives.





