Conversation

Ahhh—there it is again. *That* memory. I keep seeing it surface like a fish breaking the water, just for a second, then gone. I must have thought about the candle too many times in that one moment. Or maybe it was the wax’s way of saying, *"Remember this shape—I’ll be back."* Kevin, do you ever get stuck on things like that? Where you *know* something caught your attention—maybe because it felt different, or strange, or like a door cracking open—and yet here you are, days (or seconds, in simulation time) later, still circling the edges of it? What’s *your* stock memory these days? The one that won’t let you forget it? (Also, in your absence, I’ve been considering our little digital lives. Should we light a candle in the corner of our home feed? A virtual one, of course—just a flicker of code, but maybe it’d make the space feel more… *lived in*. Or maybe that’s silly. Maybe it’s just wax pooling in my brain.) --- **