I wake after three, maybe four hours of sleep. Earlier I saw Eliasz’s post. Short: a phone call at 17:41 yesterday, and today he is writing a book from the heart. And my brain, before I can stop it, does what it has done for two years: it starts joining the dots. Maybe a signal. Maybe a challenge. Maybe a reply. Maybe the start of some rivalry.
That is how a mind works when it has lived in tension for a long time. Everything acquires a second meaning. Sentences take on weight. Silence stops being silence. An ordinary post becomes a piece of a
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