This story is an unhurried dive into the experience of inhabiting oneself when everything — both inside and around — becomes too heavy. A writing shaped by silent exhaustion, by subtle wishes to disappear without leaving, by gestures repeated not out of will, but out of survival.

There are no major events here, no endings. Only persistence. A body that keeps going even when it no longer knows why.

Each fragment is a written breath. A quiet attempt to keep being, even in pieces.
A book for those who've ever felt too present inside their own skin — and stayed anyway.