On Learning to Notice
Perception, Prague, and what becomes visible when attention slows. A field note from TAOATL.
The texture of a café wall. The way light lands on the table at 3:17pm. The pace of a coffee order.
The drape of a garment as footsteps echo off cobblestones. The silence between conversations.
Gradually, these begin to feel like language.
I didn’t always notice.
The shift began while studying abroad in Prague, during years when I didn’t yet understand muc…
