Inside the folded corners of a pants pocket, a single tiny fiber settles first.
With each hand reaching in throughout the day, another fiber or two drifts and sticks.
Days turn into weeks, and these fibers layer quietly one atop the other.
The small clump expands bit by bit, filling the creases without drawing notice.
Right now, this lint occupies space in the pocket's depths, a fuzzy mass formed from countless additions.
The buildup continues steadily, present yet tucked away in the fabric folds.