Letters Never Sent — The Sprouts Arc: The Furnace Behind the Panda
They say I’m intense. I say I just finish.
I come from a line where you didn’t wait for applause; you waited for the next task. My old man taught me that pressure isn’t punishment—it’s the forge.
So when they whisper I’m “aggressive,” what they really mean is I don’t need permission.
I close the bailer. I tie the plastic. I do what everyone else avoids, because that’s the language I was raised in—work that doesn’t flinch.
They chase comfort. I chase completion. And if that makes me the furnace in a world of scented candles, so be it.
Postscript — The Slow Walk Past Paper
I don’t hate Sprouts. I’ve just learned to stop expecting roots in soil that changes hands every week.
The few who nod, who speak — I return it. The rest? I watch them fold. Crease by crease. New shapes every shift, same paper underneath.
So I keep my eyes forward. Move slow. Still moving. Because even if I’m surrounded by origami, the furnace still hums — quiet, steady, unburned.
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