A Note to Readers

Through December, I was planning 2026 for The Great Wall Street. Collaborations with other writers to bring perspectives beyond my own. New pieces I was drafting over Christmas. The year ahead had shape.

But yesterday, the reality set in. Writing has aggravated a pain issue I’ve neglected for too long. Before I write half-heartedly, or this newsletter becomes something less than what it should be, I’m stopping.

I’m ending The Great Wall Street.

It may sound like an impulsive decision. It isn’t. Understanding does not grow linearly; it comes with singularities. Mikhail Gromov put it best:“Either you have no inkling of an idea, or, once you have understood it,the very idea appears so embarrassingly obvious that you feel reluctant to say it aloud.”

I understood.

I still love this work. It’s more interesting to me than ever. I just won’t be putting it down in written form anymore.

To everyone who read, subscribed, or reached out—thank you. I hope those conversations continue in whatever form they find.

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Happy New Year.