Have you noticed how even when some places are not intended for dwelling, the mind seems to settle there?
A corridor passed in transit or a landing between flights of stairs. That narrow interval between one room and the next…
“You pause, by instinct, and notice something unfinished begin to rise again. A once abandoned thought now returns insistently, as though the brief stillness has granted it permission to take shape.”
It is often in these passing thresholds that the mind reveals its most unguarded work. Neither fully engaged nor entirely dispersed, it lingers in a state of suspended attention, alert enough to recognise what had previously gone unnoticed.
