The Notes app on my phone is full of best laid plans. Memos to myself about my goals for the year, ideas for this newsletter, features of the next house I plan to live in, dream travel destinations, Spanish words I can never seem to remember, and more. Looked at in a certain light, these notes are little shouts into the void: attempts to assert some control over life by planning, writing stuff down, carrying my plans around with me wherever I go.