None of it looked like a plan while it was happening. The habit you kept for no real reason. The thing you learned and never used, eventually, you did.

A web is made of nothing but thin, disconnected-looking threads. It's also strong enough to hold weight no single thread ever could on its own. This patch is the same idea, hand-traced a mesh of small, uneven cells, no two the same shape, every line meeting another until what looked random turns out to be one structure.

for the person whose strength was never the big moments. it was all the small ones nobody was counting.