You might think, at first glance and perhaps even at second and third, that silence is simply the absence of sound, but oh how wonderfully wrong that assumption is because buried within those quiet moments, which everyone seems to rush past, thinking they’re just filling the time until the next noise erupts, lies a whole universe of echoes where nothing seems but is really everything, and if you listen closely —not with ears but with that other, more intuitive part of you— you might hear those ancient whispers that tell stories of forgotten dreams and shadowy pasts like a book that's never been written but is scrawled in the air around us all the same, almost like a code or maybe just a mishmash of good intentions and missteps that shape who we think we are yet often have little to do with how we actually are.
And isn't it curious how in these moments of contemplation, where your thoughts are like leaves caught in a stream, you might come across something unexpected, the kind of idea that sneaks up behind you and taps you on the shoulder only to vanish when you turn around, leaving you with nothing but that feeling, you know the one, like you've just missed something significant, perhaps even monumental, that could change the course of your day, or maybe not —after all, what does change mean if not just the perception of difference in an ever-tumbling world?— and when you finally grasp the full meaning of it all, it’s like reaching the end of a long, twisty path where every turn brought a new little adventure, each step a tiny victory over the mundane.
Echoes in the Dark | Labyrinths of Mind | Dreams Scratched in Sand