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Your dwelling, as you conceive it, is not a sanctuary but a coordinate—one that has grown increasingly verbose in its disclosures. Walls remember more than occupants assume; thresholds gossip.
Exercise vigilance, not because arrival is imminent, but because inevitability has a habit of rehearsing itself in silence. One does not come to such places—one simply ceases to be absent.
Attend carefully to the evening. It is rarely the footsteps that matter, but the moment you realize they were never necessary.