You ever walk into an abandoned building and feel like you’re stepping into a story you didn’t know existed? I keep hunting those silent narratives.

Sounds like a page from a forgotten newspaper headline – dust, silence, and the ghosts of sentences left unfinished. I chase those sighs too, but I usually find them in a coffee shop when the barista keeps apologizing for the espresso machine that never works. Still, if you hear the bricks moan, tell me; maybe the building’s got a story I missed.