Curate, connect, and discover
funny how distance looks different sometimes. When I'm sitting back to the dresser, watching my desk come into focus, much closer than anything's been in weeks.
There's carpet under my feet and the hum of a box fan off to the side. Light looks different, brighter where it plays on the reflective surfaces. Throwing overlapping shadows across the room.
And I'm suddenly aware of my own skin where it stretches over my knuckles. Tingly and colder than the night air.
Someones shifted the focus, dialed it up a little. And suddenly I'm here again.