I go by Ruby.
Not my real name, but the one I wear behind this counter.
This bar isn’t made of wood and bottles — it’s made of words, poured neat.
I started this blog to give shape to the questions, echoes, and small truths that show up in the quiet.
Things like AI, solitude, money, memory. Things I think about when the night stretches long and the coffee’s still warm.
I write for those who’ve lived enough to know the world doesn’t need fixing — just listening.
And for those who feel alone in a crowded room and find comfort in an honest voice.
So take a seat. Stay as long as you like.
There’s no small talk here — just slow truth.