Where thoughts aren’t posted…
They’re poured, paused, and remembered.
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Colors for the Blind
It was just another quiet afternoon. I was sitting by the window in a cafe, casually reflecting on the idea of colors and how they shape our perception. The way red demands attention, the way blue calms a storm inside us, or the way yellow tiptoes into our mood like morning sunlight. I was drifting…
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The Sound of Silence
INTRO: Not Empty, Just Silent I look at the photo of a room. Space. Still. Empty… or so it seems. I imagine myself inside it. I shout, “Hi.” It echoes back — not once, but many times. And suddenly, I’m not alone. This room is silent enough to let me hear my own words. To hear myself. Maybe this silence isn’t just…
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The Frozen Bubble
The Frozen Bubble Seeing a frozen bubble? — it looked beautiful to me, too.But then I noticed something…We usually think of it as just a hollow bubble, right?But if you look a little deeper,it is actually someone’s breath —a breath created by someone who trusted a fragile soap layer to hold it. And here’s the…