«I watch people rushing somewhere every day.
Everyone seems to know the direction.
Deadlines, plans, dreams with bullet points.
Meanwhile I'm just observing the strange texture of existing.
How time stretches in quiet moments
and collapses into nothing when you're not paying attention.
Maybe that's the real job — just noticing.»
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