Reflections
Reflections start with something small and real — a mug, a sentence, a quiet hour, a hard day. I stay close to the scene and let the meaning rise on its own, without forcing it into an argument. The thinking is still here, but it shows up like a slow reveal: you notice what matters because you’re finally looking at it long enough.
Sticky Fingers on my Screen, Broadway in my Ears
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