Vienna, 27.05.2025

In Vienna, I started walking without purpose.

No destination, no goal — just streets, corners, sky.

At first, I thought I was learning the city.
But I was really learning the shape of my own silence.
How long I could go without speaking.
How much I mistook distraction for desire.

There was a bench by the canal where I sat most evenings.
Not to think — but to let the thinking settle, like dust.

I didn’t become happier.
Just quieter inside.
Which was stranger, and harder.
Some part of me softened there —
Not broken, just less sharp.
Like stone touched by water for a long time.