Slow encounters ;)

As a child, I was constantly nagged for being unnaturally slow.  I eat slow, move slow, think slow.  The world spins at a fast rate; only 'busy' is the acceptable pace.  When I refuse to hustle, I risk the chance of being called 'unproductive.' Of course, deep inside, I didn't think I was unproductive.  Life … Continue reading Slow encounters 😉


natives, foreigners, and those caught in between we meet in a place they call, "airport"   glasses, planes stare against these reflections indifferent it seems to worries to stories   a single LED TV sang various hymns of accents perhaps, a premier for your ears, and their tongues.