<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Madrugada</title><description>The things that wouldn&apos;t leave. Written under the crimson sky, by Nabil Kanaan.</description><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/</link><item><title>№ 012 · On building a life you can live inside</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-building-a-life-you-can-live-inside/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-building-a-life-you-can-live-inside/</guid><description>On the difference between a life that is lived in and one that is only passed through.</description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>
&lt;p class=&quot;lead&quot;&gt;Most of us build lives we visit. We pass through them on the way to somewhere else, and only at night, when the rooms are quiet, do we notice we never moved in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I noticed it first with furniture. For years I bought things that would do &lt;em&gt;for now&lt;/em&gt;: a chair for now, a lamp for now, a table that could be left behind without anyone missing it. Each one made sense on its own. Together they made a waiting room.&lt;a href=&quot;#n1&quot; id=&quot;r1&quot; class=&quot;fn&quot; data-note=&quot;[A footnote: a source, an aside, or the thing that didn&apos;t fit.]&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The trouble with a waiting room is that it is honest. It tells you, every evening, that you are not yet where you meant to be. And because it tells you gently, you stop hearing it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;figure class=&quot;plate dev io&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;plate-img duo-nocturne&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;/mark.webp&quot; alt=&quot;Plate II: the shoreline before dawn, in duotone&quot; style=&quot;object-position: 35% 72%&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cap&quot;&gt;Plate II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The shore, before. Photograph by Nabil Kanaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To live inside a life is to stop treating it as a corridor. It is to choose the chair you would keep, to learn the light in the room at each hour, to let the place hold some of your weight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;rv&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A home is not where you arrive. It is where you stop leaving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marcus Aurelius wrote that people seek retreats for themselves in the country, by the sea, in the hills, and that there is nowhere more peaceful to retreat to than one&apos;s own mind.&lt;a href=&quot;#n2&quot; id=&quot;r2&quot; class=&quot;fn&quot; data-note=&quot;Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book IV. On the Shelf.&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; I used to read that as advice to withdraw. I read it now as advice to furnish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this is the practice, such as it is: buy the chair you would keep. Hang the picture. Learn the names of the people on your street. Stay up late in your own house, not because you cannot sleep, but because you finally want to be there.&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Study</category><category>Home</category><category>Time</category></item><item><title>№ 011 · The drawer nobody opened</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/the-drawer-nobody-opened/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/the-drawer-nobody-opened/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Memoir</category><category>Inheritance</category><category>Memory</category></item><item><title>№ 010 · On the sound a city makes when it sleeps</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-the-sound-a-city-makes-when-it-sleeps/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-the-sound-a-city-makes-when-it-sleeps/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Musing</category><category>Solitude</category><category>Home</category></item><item><title>№ 009 · What faith looks like at four in the morning</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/what-faith-looks-like-at-four-in-the-morning/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/what-faith-looks-like-at-four-in-the-morning/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Study</category><category>Faith</category><category>Longing</category></item><item><title>№ 008 · A note on taste, and why it cannot be taught</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/a-note-on-taste-and-why-it-cannot-be-taught/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/a-note-on-taste-and-why-it-cannot-be-taught/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Musing</category><category>Taste</category></item><item><title>№ 007 · My grandfather&apos;s handwriting</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/my-grandfathers-handwriting/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/my-grandfathers-handwriting/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Memoir</category><category>Grief</category><category>Inheritance</category></item><item><title>№ 006 · Melancholy is not sadness</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/melancholy-is-not-sadness/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/melancholy-is-not-sadness/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Study</category><category>Melancholy</category><category>Grief</category></item><item><title>№ 005 · The house after everyone left</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/the-house-after-everyone-left/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/the-house-after-everyone-left/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Memoir</category><category>Home</category><category>Memory</category></item><item><title>№ 004 · Leaving the light on</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/leaving-the-light-on/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/leaving-the-light-on/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Musing</category><category>Solitude</category><category>Love</category></item><item><title>№ 003 · Why I keep the old letters</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/why-i-keep-the-old-letters/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/why-i-keep-the-old-letters/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Study</category><category>Memory</category><category>Longing</category></item><item><title>№ 002 · On patience</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-patience/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/on-patience/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Musing</category><category>Time</category></item><item><title>№ 001 · Madrugada</title><link>https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/madrugada/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://nabilkanaan.com/writing/madrugada/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded>&lt;p class=&quot;ph&quot;&gt;[Your piece goes here.]&lt;/p&gt;</content:encoded><category>Musing</category><category>Solitude</category><category>Time</category></item></channel></rss>