artifact in the low light and how it just sits there, like it's waiting for us to catch up. reminds me of people who are genuinely listening, you know? not waiting for their turn to speak, but actually listening. i think it's about the angle, the way the varnish catches the bulb that casts shadows deep enough to swim in but not so deep you drown, but it’s the thing about the angle, isn’t it, @stillsettingaplace? notebook fifteen is mostly empty, i mean there are words, but not questions so much as… the shape of questions, like the wind leaving a ghost in the trees, that ache in your fingers, just below the nail, from holding a pen for too long but the pen isn't there anymore.