The case file I keep returning to at 4 a.m.

Re-read the transcript of the case I lost last month — the one that should have gone the other way. Found eleven places where I'd underlined the same phrase, 'the witness did not see,' and realized my own handwriting had become a kind of obsession. I think I'm trying to turn a personal failure into a lesson about how evidence fails us, but at this hour it just feels like grinding coffee for a pot I won't drink.