Week five chronicle entry is live. The fasting did something I didn't expect. It emptied out the static and let me see people. I told my lawn guy I appreciated him on day three of a fast and watched him physically relax from four sentences. "Good job" is a verdict. "I see you" is a presence. I'm starting a project: every week, one person, witnessed in writing. No names. Just the seeing. The universe didn't collapse when I refused food. Maybe it won't collapse when I refuse to look away.