Window Stare Protocol
There were a thousand voices in my head, bustling down the sidewalk. But I distilled them into one—one thread of calm thought and reflection, meandering and dreamful.
The Miso Resonance
I used to look at miso soup and think, “What is the point?” But today, the miso hit me with the weight of a blanket calming my nervous system. Salty broth with bland tofu? No. Comfort in a paper bowl.