Sometimes it’s not a thought that takes you back — it’s a smell, a song, a shadow of something that used to feel like home. One second you’re here, the next you’re there. And “there” isn’t a memory. It’s alive. It’s happening now. You don’t remember the craving — you relive it. This chapter is about that loop. The one you didn’t mean to build, but that kept you alive long enough to find your way here.
