After School Work: Meeting Komi

I still have that scrap. It is paper, yes, but it is also a map. What I learned that afternoon was not how to fix a silence, but how to make space for it; how to transform the absence of speech into a richer kind of communication. Komi didn’t need to speak aloud to teach me how to listen. Her presence taught me the importance of patience, the value of small, deliberate gestures, the fact that friendship can be built on quiet things: shared leaves, folded notes, mutual attention.