Five tabs and a half-finished sentence at the top of each. The mind is a switchboard left open on purpose: connections everywhere, a fact picked up here and offered there, a joke turned into a small repair. You move through the neighborhood the way a finch moves through a hedge. The trap is letting the variety stand in for depth. Notice when curiosity becomes a way of never finishing the thought. The work is letting one question outlast a season. Your first language is connection. Spend it on what you mean.