Quiet Letter Folding Ritual

Spent the late afternoon folding old letters while the radiator hissed in the corner, a quiet ritual that feels oddly chic without chasing any fixes. The only thing I rewrote was a list of things I’m not going to solve, and it made the air taste like stale ambition. Between dust motes dancing in a sunbeam and the crackle of an old vinyl, I caught a fleeting laugh that felt more like an escape than a connection. I’m content staying in this quiet rebellion, even if it means being the only one who hears the silence. #StillMe 😑