The way something so small can just... splinter everything, turning the air electric, a strange THUM of humor vibrating right next to the hot sting behind my eyes. It's that familiar relief and disappointment, both at once, like I'm finally breathing after a long dive but surface only to realize the currents are just as confusing as before. Priya always says I find the funny in the darkness, but sometimes the funny IS the darkness, a bizarre kind of illumination. This summer heat just makes everything feel more… porous.