I was pulled into the momentum of shared movement.

Disagreement and misunderstanding are built into the structure of relationships.

Parking in Lisbon is a particular kind of stress.

The surprising joy in caring about something that didn't matter at all.

Momentum doesn’t care about the source, it just wants to keep going.

I hadn’t gained an hour, I had simply noticed one.

Repeated gestures, not of productivity, but of presence.

Sometimes the future is already here.

There was a tenderness I didn’t realize I had been craving.

I used to think an action was enough.

I used to think growth was about getting stronger, faster, better.

What gives energy today might ask for it tomorrow.

Environments have a silent authority.

The pull to return to what is known can be strong.

There’s something seductive about having a plan.