Think!

The whirlwind of emotions, sentiment, lingering notions of what if’s takes flight once more against this back drop of confusion hovering above these extended nights and elongated mornings. It appears as if time has brought back the cyclical frenzy of bubbling concerns into matters not so dramatic but not so quaint as to go unnoticed.

Directing thoughts through a myriad of possibilities, the projection of what is really happening in between coffee side conversations and midnight whispers amongst two finds a canvas, which details the separation between what we think vs. what is contrary. On this canvas the spectacle of theater becomes a complete act as we seem to be get lost in the roles we play, forgoing and forgetting the individual behind the script. 

Idle with our thoughts we let the flow of uneventful days transgress into moments without meaning. Dwelling in this experience of the Nothing we remain captivated by the specter of what is not and what remains beyond comprehension. Undisturbed, we forgo action for the desire to remain still, quietly listening to rustling void and still we smile.