Somewhere on your feed right now, someone is posting a photograph of a windowsill. There is morning light. There is a ceramic mug. There may be a linen curtain, or a garden glimpsed through old glass, or a book left open at a significant page. The caption reads something like: I discovered this is all I need. Or: staying home and being satisfied is a quiet revolution. Or: I finally chose the simple life. That word, chose, is doing enormous work. It is converting a question of