Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw: The Quiet Weight of Inherited PresenceTharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw drifts in when I stop chasing novelty and just sit with lineage breathing quietly behind me. The clock reads 2:24 a.m., and the atmosphere is heavy, as if the very air has become stagnant. My window’s open a crack but nothing comes in except the smell of wet conc