Prologue:
That Strange Quiet
You’ve felt it.
The moment after sex when you don’t know whether to hold or roll away.
The stillness in a kitchen after a slammed door.
The breathless five seconds after a pitch, a performance, a goodbye.
The climax has passed, but your body hasn’t caught up. You’re suspended—buzzing and blank.
In French there is a phrase for it: l…
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