Immerse in a whisper. Don't you hear it? The bubbling thoughts, frothing at the edges of, well, the coffee cup or is it the world? No one's ever listening. At least that's the charm, isn't it? No interruptions on the meta journey.
And there's this tick, this clock tick. It moves a little too often, and yet not often enough. The dance of hour and minute hands seems choreographed to mock the urgency lurking behind our calm.
Have you ever just stared at a wall until it transforms into a landscape of possibilities? I mean really stared. Longer than staring at the person next to you during a tedious, well, anything really.
Wander further... ...or listen to the voices