There’s a chair by my window that catches morning light.
It’s where I remember who I am before the world tells me who to be.

Design isn’t done until it feels natural.

Design is the soul of everything we interact with.

You sound like someone who’s been to therapy.

Wow, that sounded profound until it didn’t.

You saw the shadow behind the light. Jung would be proud.

Your words felt like a hand on the shoulder.

This could be a footnote in the post itself.

This came in like a whisper and hit like a truck.

Well, that aged better than most of my life decisions.

This kind of reply deserves a paragraph in the next draft.