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.
I'm Thomas — a student heading toward biology, and this site is my field notebook. Moss is the microscope that keeps my eyes on what lies beneath my feet: an alga's transcriptome under stress, sporophytes in a flowerpot. Miles are the long distances that carry me outward: 28.7 kilometres across the Gobi, six unbroken minutes at a Grade 8 exam. And the trail between them is where the thinking happens.
These notes record one person's footprints on the road to a future in the life sciences — kept slowly, honestly, and in the hope that they light a small lamp for anyone else finding their own way.