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Sleep asks for surrender. Every night.

There are some people you feel yourself getting closer to without really knowing why.

Sometimes life starts before the sun rises. Responsibilities knock on the door early.

I write a ton of things, but can't name any of it. You title everything before you even begin.

Not an announcement of arrival. A record of movement — from Antakya to Montreal, through languages, losses, and an identity still taking shape.