Cool air. Warm stone.
Nothing here is trying to happen to you.
A stone bench. Two hemp pillows.
Sit, or don't. Look, or don't. Nothing is owed.
Keep exits real.
So yes stays a choice.
So truth arrives before landing.
So relation does not become gravity.
Held.
Without being performed.
Without being converted into proof.
Without needing to be spoken into existence.
A cut in the wall. No glass.
The horizon looks toward, not out.