Life doesn’t offer us a choice between a perfectly calm existence, and one filled with chaos. Instead, it presents both, often at the same time.

Quiet progress is figuring out how to talk. Not small talk, not noise—but the real kind.

On the off chance that my alarm wakes me up before my internal clock, It’s not a gentle nudge. It’s the daily launch sequence into a world that feels both impossibly vast and frustratingly narrow.

My brain has this weird switch that flips on around 12:30 a.m. That’s when things come alive. Thoughts move faster. Connections form. I start thinking about time travel, stick figures, motion, the way things bend and shift.

Something in my body decided to speak louder than the rest.