It begins in the mud.

Not as innocence — but as impact.

Friction.

Body against body.

The first understanding that life is physical, unforgiving, real.

Then comes structure.

Rows. Silence. Repetition.

Learning how to fit.

How to respond.

How to think… inside the lines.

Outside, the system continues.

People moving. Waiting. Following invisible rules.

The city as a quiet machine.

And somewhere inside it — a boy who doesn’t yet know he will build his own.