Layer 01 · The Mirror
It’s eleven at night and you’re rewriting someone else’s deck. Not because they asked twice, but because they mentioned it was falling apart and you cleared the evening without announcing that you’d cleared it. You’ll send it back with three options and no invoice attached, and when they try to thank you properly you’ll change the subject. Somewhere in this there’s a version of you that resents the imbalance. You’ve never met him.