"Someone knocked. They went away. The traffic reached its peak. There came a quiet. The phone machine told lie after lie after lie. Click and click and click click." The Violin Anne Rice
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 😉
By habit, I ignore my age. Which is probably why I constantly zone out when asked, "How old are you?" I think I just don't get the fuss over 'aging.' I believe we don't just age after birthdays, instead, we age whenever we consciously chose to move on and change. When we entertain the … Continue reading When Changing is Aging
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.