Excuses
You reach for it before you even open your eyes.The rectangle.Still charging from the night before, itâs the first thing you touchBefore you stretch,Before you speak,Before you even remember who you are. And whatâs so urgent?What couldnât wait?Someoneâs breakfast?Someoneâs filtered smile beside a beach youâll never visit? None of it changes your life.None of it …






