This is not a story of overcoming. It is a raw, unfiltered confession from a mind that cannot sit still. In these pages, a narrator investigates the quiet judgments, pointless tics, and insignificant failures that make up a life. Through the obsessive hum of a refrigerator, the stain of a spilled coffee, and the constant memory of a simple spoon, the narrative refuses to find a clean moral or a profound lesson. It is an honest account of a body with memory and doubt, a book for anyone who has ever felt like they're just failing to deal with a simple thing.
