these are just small pieces of our days. bus rides, streets at dusk, the kind of conversations you forget until they come back to you years later. nothing grand. just the ordinary things we happened to notice. we wrote them down here because, well... if we didn't, they'd vanish like everything else does. maybe they still will. maybe that's fine. all we can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. they aren't complete stories. just glimpses. but they're ours, and now they're yours too.