Sorry, Karl. And thank you. Those two birds, finally flying together. Would you like this adapted into a letter, a song lyric, or a voice note script?
The words sat in my chest like stones I forgot to throw. You spoke in patterns I only later understood— not riddles, but quiet maps of a place you were trying to show me. I was looking the wrong way.
Here’s a short piece titled — written as a reflective or poetic apology. Sorry, Karl
So here— my attention, finally. Not to fix. Not to earn absolution. Just to say: You were right. About the thing. About me. About the weight of showing up.