Shipping January 29
I told myself it would be simple—follow the trail, keep moving, return before dark. But somewhere between the trees, the ground began answering questions I hadn’t asked. The path stopped behaving like a sequence. Decisions felt complete before I made them. And death does not always end what it finishes. What unsettled me most was not the danger, but the realization that the world was watching me as closely as I was watching it. I write this now because I no longer believe a life is a line from beginning to end. I think it is deliberate... impossible to repeat.