Series Reflection: Staying at the Edge

Memoirs of Madness – Stories from the Edge of Change

Some stories ask to be written. Others sit beside you for a long time and wait until you’re ready to listen.

Stories from the Edge of Change wasn’t planned as a series. It started as a single image: a man sitting on a bench, cold coffee in one hand, a life’s worth of weight in the other. I didn’t know then that his name was Jake. I didn’t know about Dani. Or Angel. Or Finch.

I just knew the corner felt familiar.

And the more I stayed with it—the more I stayed with them—the more I realized this wasn’t just a set of character sketches. It was a reckoning. A quiet excavation. A window into lives we pass every day and rarely get to sit beside.

Writing Jake’s story—witnessing it—felt like a privilege. Not because he’s extraordinary. But because he isn’t. He’s the kind of man the world walks past. The kind who makes people uncomfortable because he reminds them what’s possible when the bottom falls out.

And still, somehow, he stayed.

Angel came next. Then Finch. Then Pete, who slipped in sideways, like most of the people who don’t want to be noticed but can’t stop bleeding the truth. I didn’t invent these characters. They arrived, piece by piece, in gestures and sidewalk cracks, in coffee steam and whispered meetings.

This arc became more than a series. It became a bench I didn’t want to leave.


I don’t know yet if there’s more to share from this world.
But I do know there are more stories. I can feel them at the edge of things.

Maybe it’s Dani’s voice, finally stepping into the light.
Maybe it’s Angel on a night shift, facing the silence Jake once did.
Maybe it’s someone we haven’t met yet—sitting on the same corner, hoping someone looks up.

If these stories meant something to you—if they echoed or stirred something buried—let me know.

And if not? That’s okay, too. This wasn’t written for applause.
It was written to hold a space.

Thank you for walking with me this far.

The corner’s quiet now. But it still remembers.
And I’ll be here, in case someone else looks up.

– MK