You read the world in languages the rest of us forgot. Every walk is a pilgrimage, every corner a new chapter.
Three quiet signals. None of them about breed. All of them about the way they hold a room.
A single corner takes ten minutes. Not because they're slow — because there are ten different stories written there.
Every walk is an investigation. The destination is not the point. The point is the route.
There are no shortcuts. There are only walks where you forgot to read.