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Quiet Dissolution

The Sam Jones

I’ve been hybrid for longer than I knew what to call it.

One of my first real job titles actually had the word in it.

Black-and-white beach view framed by palm silhouettes, with people gathered along the shoreline beneath a dark sky.
  1. The Span.

    The Compass

    The Team Changed Shape

    What happens when a team is no longer defined only by the people in it?

  2. The Human Constellation.

    The Constellation

    The Human Constellation

    None of these observations belongs to me alone.

  3. Abstract artwork by Solvi Strand (The Container, plate 1).

    The Constellation

    The Container

    For much of my life, I made my thoughts fit the vessel.

  4. Drawing from Ideas Stopped Developing Cobwebs (plate 1).

    The Compass

    Ideas Stopped Developing Cobwebs

    What changes when activation energy falls?

  5. Drawing from Knowledge Was on Loan (plate 1).

    The Compass

    Knowledge Was on Loan

    What happens when useful thinking persists?

  6. Pencil drawing of a single tree beside a low house, on toned paper.

    The Compass

    We Weren’t Talking About the Same Tree

    How much misunderstanding is actually missing context?

  7. Abstract artwork by Solvi Strand (The Constellation, plate 1).

    The Constellation

    The Constellation

    I have started thinking about thoughts as stars.

  8. Coast Before Dawn field plate.

    The Compass

    Coast

    What becomes visible before it becomes obvious?

  9. Abstract artwork by Solvi Strand (Showing Up, plate 1).

    The Constellation

    Showing Up

    Steven Pressfield's The War of Art found me much later.

  10. The Practice of Returning.

    The Constellation

    The Practice of Returning

    There is another rhythm that has quietly shaped how I think.