…A collision of disparate energy


“The more I took note of how my body and brain clicked along through the day,
the more I realized that I spent a considerable amount of time banging around
with a brain full of chatter; a rush of things to do, bills to pay, telephone calls,
text messages, e-mails, worrying about my job or my looks, my boobs or my ass;
I rushed from thing to thing, multitasking, triple-timing, hoping to cover all the bases,
avoiding anything that might disrupt the schedule or routine. At times, I was so caught up
in the tempo and pattern, the predictable tap, tap, tap of each day, that there was no time to
notice the neighbors had moved out, the wind was sneaking in from the north, the sun was
shifting on its axis, and tonight the moon would look like the milky residue floating
inside an enormous cereal bowl. I wondered when I had become a person who noticed so little.”
– Dee Williams

Featured Image:
Rush Hour
Ekkachai Khemkum

Composition by:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon

Rush Hour
By: Ekkachai Khemkum

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