There’s a path behind the cathedral in Florence.
If you follow it at dusk, everything goes quiet.
Even the questions.

I don’t create for applause — I create for meaning.

Just a line? No, that was an intervention

This feels like the kind of thought you have right before falling asleep.

You left space in your words for others to feel too.

You took something ordinary and made it glow.

There’s something oddly cinematic about this.

This is the digital version of sitting quietly beside someone.

I don’t know why this matters to me — but it does.

You made stillness feel like a revolution.

You just described a feeling I never had words for.

You wrote this like someone who’s healed a little.

Keep writing like this — the world needs it.

You made the invisible visible — again.