As whispers in the shifting sands of time, interference in the grand tapestry of life goes unnoticed. Each thread pulled, a life altered—a gentle reminder of the fragility and complexity surrounding our being. In our journey, we stumble upon abstractions—echoes of long-gone voices, fragmented dreams once vivid, now mere silhouettes of memory…
These abstractions, comforting and haunting, weave through our days like unseen rain. They are the distant sounds of laughter, perhaps from a park bench occupied by long shadows, perhaps from another lifetime. Often, they are the things we cannot touch, cannot see, can't bear to lose yet cannot keep—a timeworn photograph fading softly, eternally in black and white.
Consider the vastness of interferences—estranged arms reaching through the mist, yearning for the palpable warmth denied by the sands so light they slip between fingers. Yet the abstractions remain, unwavering in their presence, and we, guardians of the unsaid and unwritten, continue an unending search for understanding amidst the shifting hues of a forgotten dawn.