I write slowly
Not because words are scarce
But because meaning is fragile
I learned over time
That ideas that are rushed
Lose their depth
And that words, when forced
Turn into noise
Some ideas don't appear complete the first time
They need to be left for a while
To be tested
To be contradicted
Then return calmly
This space was not created to provide answers
Nor to explain what should be understood
It was created to contain what finds no place in other texts
Incomplete thoughts
Endless questions
And margins that do not wish to become main text
I write here
As we write in the margins of books
Not to correct the text
But to stay close to it
To mark what we stopped at
And what we wanted to return to later
You will not find ready-made conclusions here
Nor fully formed ideas
Only traces of thought
That may resemble you
And may not concern you
And both are sufficient
If you are reading this text slowly
Then you are in the right place
—
Reham Alyamani
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