I've crossed oceans. Literally. Days and nights at sea, racing high performance yachts across open water, the kind of racing where nothing is close by if something goes wrong.

Out there, at certain moments, the closest people to you aren't on any yacht, not even on land. They're on the International Space Station, passing overhead. You learn fast how much you depend on the people standing right beside you.

That world, ocean racing, then building and developing the yachts themselves, shaped most of how I think. But it also showed me something I couldn't leave alone: what happens to a high performance yacht once its racing life is over, and where everything it's made of actually ends up.

This is where I try to make sense of all of it. Where it started, what I built, what I believe, and the work that grew out of asking that one question.