There were little details. People dropped them. And there was a concept of time. It was never clear to me what that was. People would “figure things out” and that would make them happy, or they wouldn’t and that would make them sad. I could always see it though. I could see what they called “the end” right away. It took many hours of observation to realise is wasn’t like that for them. There was one though that could. When I observed that one, that’s when I realized. Though I knew I was going to realize, it still felt like a significant moment. Maybe I’d forgotten after so many years of knowing, and realizing was kind of like remembering. Warm. Light. Relaxing. I made an entry about it because it felt like a good place to start.