I had written the same limit twice.
Once beneath the price, once beneath Hana's name. Neither version changed while I slept. The protected episode remained protected. Everything outside it remained outside it.
My pen hovered over the next line.
I wanted a complete list. Every sound still present, every face I remembered clearly, every small thing I would hate myself for failing to notice before it disappeared. A useful morning's work, if I ignored the fact that I had no way to finish it.
I wrote the date instead.
Below it, the page stayed empty.
I had left enough room for a list and no sensible way to decide where the list should end. Adding another page would give me more room, not an answer. I could remember something while eating and want to come back to write it down. I could write one detail and worry about the three I'd left out beside it.
The protected episode hadn't required me to spend every morning proving the others still existed.
