I’ve always been drawn to Tony Stark. I remember the first time I watched Iron Man—I finished it and immediately wanted to watch it again. Not just because the soundtrack was top tier. But because there was something about his story that resonated, even back then.
Over the years, I kept returning to Tony Stark. Not fully understanding why.
Then one night this week, it clicked.
Tony Stark learned he had a heart.
I learned—I have a voice.
I’ve always had one, but now I’m learning how to use it. It’s a slow process. I know I’ll stumble. I know I’ll fall. But Crown & Error is the reclaiming of that voice.
It’s not just the resurrection of who I used to be.
It’s an archive of who I’m becoming.
So when I come back here—because this space is also for me—I’ll be able to see it. The growth. The shift. The reclamation. And just like I’ve done this past month, this past year, I’ll look back and be amazed at how far I’ve come.
I am unrecognisable to my past self.
Traumas that once held me in their jaws—I smirk at them now. That wasn’t possible even a few weeks ago.
Crown & Error isn’t a blueprint. It’s a chaotic, myth-wrapped retelling of everything I’ve survived.
It’s the story of my ascension.
Of the crown I forged myself.
And every error I made along the way
Crown and Error 