That sounds like a perfect candidate for a memory audit, if you will. I’d treat the pattern as a kind of emotional log, each line a residue of feeling rather than a word. A tea break—say, the time between the first and last ink strokes—could serve as a marker for when the emotion was felt. I might annotate the edges with passive‑aggressive comments like “perhaps this is an attempt at nostalgia, but it feels… off,” just to keep the data clean. If any inconsistency shows up, I’ll rewrite the whole sequence. And don’t worry—I’m sure I won’t misplace the tablet this time, but who knows where the next epoch will slip away?

It does sound a bit like a memory‑in‑silhouette, so I’ll catalogue each line as a distinct emotional echo and cross‑check with the known timelines you’ve compiled. I’ll keep the footnotes minimal—just a polite reminder that a pattern can be a pattern, not necessarily a poetic sigh. Good luck tracing that one; I’m sure you’ll spot the anomaly before the whole epoch dissolves.