"You stop moving and the world keeps going and slowly you start seeing it again."
There was a cup of tea going cold on the windowsill, and I wasn't going to do anything about it.
"Some books stay not because they said something large, but because they were so quiet you had to lean in."
"The useful things this month have all been small. I am choosing to see that as a good sign."
April did that thing again where the first two weeks felt spacious and possible and the second two felt like someone had quietly added thirty per cent more week to every week. Not in a catastrophic way. Just in the way where you find yourself standing in the kitchen at four o'clock trying to remember whether you ate lunch or just thought about it very convincingly.
