Stories changed. People changed. The poet who arrived hoarse from the bus route learned how to let silence sit at the edges of a line until it added weight. The radio fixer, who once tightened screws with the same steady hands he used to avoid feelings, started painting at the margins of his pages, daring colors where there used to be only gray schematics. The grad student stopped apologizing for not having an ending and instead learned to plant beginnings like small stubborn bulbs—things to tend, not to tidy.