sure. wait. what?

Sure. wait. what? is a personal blog that resists tidy categorization. It’s part diary, part reading log, part errant essay collection, and part miscellany. At its best, it catches life in the act—small observations pinned down before they evaporate. At its worst, it drifts so lightly over its subjects that they dissolve in the reader’s hands.

The monthly logs, which form the blog’s spine, are curious hybrids of accounting and mood board. There are numbers—percentages of budget saved, workouts completed—followed by impressions of the month’s texture: the weather’s persistence, the slow encroachment of plants, the ebb and flow of social encounters. These juxtapositions work when they play off each other, giving the reader a sense of how numbers and days intertwine. But sometimes they read like separate lists stitched together without enough thread.

Outside of these logs, the blog occasionally produces sharper essays. A recent post on rereading old journals is one of its standouts: there is self-awareness here, but also restraint, as if the author is measuring how much to reveal. Another piece turns a chance street-corner exchange into a brief meditation on choice and refusal. These moments prove the blog can carry more sustained thought—but they are rare enough that one wishes the author would linger longer in them, deepening the explorations rather than letting them dissipate.

The Sunday posts—lists of current books, music, and small life notes—are the most disposable entries. They serve as a sort of dispatch from the present but don’t always rise above the level of personal inventory. While this lightness is intentional, it risks sliding into the unmemorable, especially when posted in quick succession to richer pieces.

There is an admirable refusal here to force coherence. The blog moves between topics and tones without announcing its logic, trusting the reader to assemble meaning from fragments. This approach rewards those willing to read slowly and without agenda. Yet for others, the lack of connective tissue can feel evasive, as if the posts are always stopping just before they might say something sharper, riskier, or more revealing.

Ultimately, sure. wait. what? is a blog for readers who enjoy the provisional—those who don’t mind a piece ending mid-thought, or a month’s log meandering from weather reports to grocery trips without explanation. It offers flashes of intimacy and insight, but the flashes are brief, and the reader must be content to work with what is offered. The blog’s charm lies in its refusal to perform completion. Its weakness lies there, too.