Discipline

Where did you do most of your reading for this one, and did the book ask for a particular kind of quiet?

Pham writes so closely about looking at art. Is there one painting, song, or photograph you keep returning to the way she returns to hers?

The title promises discipline, but the book keeps finding tenderness inside it. Did that reframing comfort you at all, or did it sting a little?

This is a book about wanting things badly. What did it stir up in you about your own appetites, and were you glad to feel it?

Pham treats attention as a form of love. Did reading her pay closer attention change how you looked at anything in your own week?

The essays move between art, friendship, and solitude. Which of those three felt most like company to you while you read?

Pham is writing about healing while it is still unfinished. Did sitting with something unresolved feel generous to you, or did part of you want her to tie it off?

By the final pages, what had the book softened in you that you did not expect to be softened? Share only as much as you want to.