A woman on the far bench has done the same six exercises since I joined.
I assumed she had run out of ideas.

In July I asked what she was working towards —
one sentence, four months in the making —
and she told me the number she began at,
which is under the number I am on now.

She had not run out of ideas.
She had run out of the need for them.

The Book of the Wanderer — Grind 28:4