The public, smaller version of what sits in Meaning. The same things, said in a caption instead of an essay, with the photographs doing most of the work.
Most of it is one instruction repeated: notice. Look up, because there might be a painting over your head. Unsuspected, because the more you look the more there is. Nature, because it is not a backdrop. I cant capture the true beauty of nature, because the photo never gets there and you might feel it anyway.
I swear sometimes it all just feels like a game and Doing side quests are the same thought twice — take the long way, the game gets fuller once you stop running from it, and you don’t have to go far from home to find one. That feeling of going faster than the cars is what that feels like from a bike.
Wake up is the other side of the same coin: a screen is also somewhere you can disappear into, and the time goes missing there. Take a breath, a walk, a day off the phone.
Tell me passer by is the one closest to a poem — the beings of stone and steel along the street, noticing you back.