Warm light glazed the window sill, spilling forward onto the wooden table. Warm tea, freshly brewed, sat on top of it peacefully, the light it was refracting into my eyes would have been annoying if I didn’t have sunglasses on.

The book in front of me splayed out its pages, wide open, words that were meticulously typed out lay dormant on the paper. The light danced over them all, partly obstructe...