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# before we begin
- URL: https://the-afterword.ghost.io/coming-soon/
- Published: 2026-08-29T13:10:48.000Z
- Updated: 2026-08-29T20:09:43.000Z
- Author: mia davi
- Tags: News

this is "the afterword". if your here, you've found the place where all the things i've been writing down for years finally have somewhere to live - thoughts from my half-filled notebooks, unfinished pages, and ideas that refuse to leave me alone. 

i've always written. about life as i understand it, or whatever i can't quite make sense of. the strange things we do. the even stranger things we think about. the conversations that stick with us for years for no apparent reason. the tiny moments that somehow become important later. love, sex, grief, growing up, getting it wrong, changing your mind - all of it.

lately, as i get older - somewhere in the strange space between becoming and becoming aware of it - i've started noticing a shift in the way i think about life, the way i experience time, memory, people, and all the ordinary things i once moved through without thinking twice. how fast it moves. how weird time is. how you can be completely inside a moment and already miss it. i find myself paying attention to the things i never used to notice. 

the intrusive, intriguing, sometimes completely odd thoughts that make you wonder if anyone else's brain works like yours. the things we are all experiencing but no one thinks are worth mentioning. the moments that feel insignificant while they are happening, and overwhelming once they are gone.

that's what the afterword is for. a place for my short stories, poetry, prose, observations, and pieces of a still unfinished something called "set me on fire" that you'll probably hear a lot more about eventually. 

some of what i write is true. some of it is imagination. most of it lives somewhere annoyingly in between. i've never really cared for telling someone what they're supposed to take away from something i've written. i think writing becomes more interesting once it leaves the person who wrote it. a sentence can mean once thing to me and something entirely different to you. you bring your own people to it. your own memories, your own versions of love, loss, longing, anger - whatever happens to be yours. 

maybe you recognize yourself in a person i invented. maybe a line makes you think of someone i've never met. maybe i write about one thing and you read it entirely as another. i think that's kind of the point. 

i'll write it from where i'm standing. you can read it from where you are. 

if something here stays with you, [subscribe](#/portal/). new pieces will find their way to you as i publish them. 

\-mia