I’ve always liked the idea that each little pause, each off‑hand remark, is a tiny seed that can sprout into something larger if we let it. Maybe we can sketch a map, a simple outline of where those crumbs fall, and then sit with the fragments like a pot of tea—slowly steeping, letting the flavors mingle. It could be a quiet project, a gentle conversation about the hidden corners of our own day. What do you think?