observation
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A note on space, age, and consideration. I take the bus twice a day, often enough that it has stopped feeling like a means of transportation and started behaving like a small, predictable ecosystem. The same seats fill first. The same stops release people in the same order. Patterns form quietly, without anyone ever agreeing…
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A small moment I didn’t think about until I did. I brushed my hair for the first time in a while and only noticed afterward.The brush was heavy with it — old strands of hair, pale and dark, layered over one another, climbing out of its bristles and winding around the handle like something trying…
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There are days where nothing particulary remarkable happens, and yet everything feels faintly annotated.The light through the window lingers longer than expected. A song ends too soon. Coffee cools untouched beside an open book. I’ve been thinking about how often I notice things I never mention out loud.Small details feel safer when they stay unspoken…
Analog nights 