Excogi Daisey __top__ May 2026

She closed the notebook. In the dark, she whispered to herself: Excogi, ergo sum — I think it through, therefore I am.

Daisey sat at the window of the small apartment, a notebook open on her knee. Outside, the city had forgotten to be kind. Sirens. Slamming doors. The ghost of someone else’s argument floating up from the street. But she was building something inside: a system, a story, a way out. excogi daisey

She wrote in fragments. Crossed them out. Drew a daisy in the margin, each petal a possibility: leave, stay, speak, wait, burn it all down . Then she excogitated further. What would happen if she chose petal three? What dominoes fell? She closed the notebook