The world feels like a different place. There are many obvious reasons. Yet there is something else, inarticulable. It feels akin to existing but not living. Participating in the day-to-day but not experiencing. Searching for meaning in the meaningless. Have our privileged lives rendered us bored? We have grown intolerant of anything that takes time. While paradoxically time is all we have. Speaking and writing in full sentences takes too long, absurdly. We are drawn to the ever shorter and faster, constraining our human interactions when voice, touch and bearing witness to each other’s emotions is what truly sustains us.
Inspired by What Good Can Come. Photo by Wendy Whelan.
Yikes..it's as if you crawled into my tiny brain.
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