Where Life
Is Rolling
After the book, there was no sense of relief.
Rather, there was silence, in which everything else became audible. The idea of
a marathon—around which plans and expectations had been built for a while—began
to fall apart. Not dramatically, without loud gestures—it simply became clear
that this was not the right vector for now. Perhaps not a cancellation forever,
but a pause—a pause that was honest.
Meanwhile, life continued moving in a very
material direction. I bought an apartment. Not as a symbol of success, but as a
necessity for stability. A place where one can exist w
ithout explanations.
Where the walls know more about me than most people do.