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sensation of having used a thing correctly, of having been the right size for the container I’d put myself in.

I went upstairs. Showered. Made coffee. Sat by the window and watched the street and thought, for the first time without qualification: maybe this is over.

The thought had a different texture than I expected. Not triumph. More like an audit continue reading …