A tiny story about falafel, Manila and timing in real life

> Tiny progress is still progress.

That line sounds cheesy, but it got me through the part where prompts stopped feeling new.

The detail that surprised me was how much the library changed the outcome. Same plan, different setting, completely different energy.

I started this because my busy month felt a little stuck, and poetry seemed like a manageable place to experiment. The funny part is that the smallest change was the one I kept.

Would love to hear how other people handle this. I am especially curious about the version that works on a tired weekday, not just on an ideal Sunday.