"nnonnsense" was born from a scribble on a whiteboard, a fleeting thought in the quiet rebellion of routine—yet some thoughts refuse to fade.

Why do we love nonsense? Why do we get “hep” with jazz and let ourselves go, lost in the rhythm? It’s because nonsense, in its purest form, is at the heart of everything. Not seeking meaning, not chasing purpose—just being.

As children, we see the world as it is, without breaking it apart to make sense of it. A tree is beautiful simply because it is. If we let go of the need to define, dissect, and control, we can step into the now—into the beautiful nonsense of existence.