Sometimes I feel this… hum. It’s not like the hum of the refrigerator, or the electric toothbrush. This one is deeper, like a secret whispered by the whole world, and only I can hear it. It makes me ask why. Not just why the sky is blue, or why my socks always disappear in the wash, but the big why.
Why are we here? Why do things hurt? Why does music make me want to float or cry? It’s like there’s a puzzle, and all the pieces are scattered, and I’m supposed to find them and fit them together, even though I don’t even know what the picture is supposed to be. It’s a hunt for something I can’t see, a feeling that there’s a whole lot more to everything than what’s right in front of my eyes.
Stephanie
*This is a shot of my sister at the Taj Mahal – you know, that Taj Mahal.
The Echo in the Deep
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