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I underlined that. You just have to begin. I rewatched Harakiri on a Tuesday night, alone, lights off. Tsugumo Hanshirō, the masterless samurai, arrives at a feudal lord’s gate asking to perform seppuku in their courtyard. They assume he is a beggar looking for alms. He is not.

I paused the film. My own living room looked suddenly small. The dishes in the sink. The unread emails. The half-finished novel. Searching for- harakiri in-

There is a specific kind of search that begins not with a map, but with a feeling. You don’t know its name at first. Restlessness. Shame. A quiet certainty that you have overstayed your welcome in your own life. I underlined that