Outside, the rain had thinned to a hush. Miguel felt a small, new patience settle in his chest. He thought of the breadcrumb trail of letters he’d typed, the way the world rearranged itself around errors. He imagined a network where people left dots and slashes for one another like cairns on a rocky trail.
Outside, the rain had thinned to a hush. Miguel felt a small, new patience settle in his chest. He thought of the breadcrumb trail of letters he’d typed, the way the world rearranged itself around errors. He imagined a network where people left dots and slashes for one another like cairns on a rocky trail.