Halfway Toward Myself

This book remains suspended between movement and arrival.
There is no completed self here, only distance — measured not in progress, but in awareness.

Halfway Toward Myself follows moments of recognition that do not resolve into identity.
The path is present, but the destination is not affirmed; what matters is the position held in between.

What remains is not self-discovery, but orientation.
A quiet acknowledgement of being partway, without the need to arrive.