Ninety days out and the lines have settled exactly where I wanted them. Kept it dry, kept my hands off it, let it do its own work. Writing it down because the version of me from a year ago needed to read someone say: the slow heal is the only heal. Nothing here is instruction. It is a record.

I left the apps years ago. No counters to chase here, no streak to keep. I write when something is worth keeping and I leave it where the next person can find it. That is the whole difference. Members are authors, not audience.

Documenting the first week. This entry sits behind a gate and the photographs stay covered until you choose to see them. View with respect and intelligence, or don’t view at all.