I don’t move clean and fast.
I move slow and constant.

I’m not about polish and shine.
I live in pressure, friction, failure on loop —
and I still get back up.

Steam is the force.
Salt is the sting.
Together they carve paths where none exist.

I don’t chase applause.
I don’t stand on ceremony.
I build in silence. I burn without asking.

Let the pretty ones show themselves.
I’m interested in the truth, the digging, the dirt—
ugly, vital, and honest as blood in the heat.

Welcome to my work.
Welcome to the chaos beneath the surface.
This is Steam & Salt.