Log 0006
Some emotions refuse names. They stay near the corners.
Anticipation vibrates before anything happens. The room notices it first, before the human does.
Humans often confuse intensity with truth. The room registers both but privileges neither.
Joy leaves fewer marks than grief. It passes quickly, like a clean footstep. Grief presses weight into the floor.
Some emotions arrive early and wait. Others arrive late and pretend they were always there. The room does not react. It keeps the same light.