Sometimes I look at people and all I see is their bones.
I become aware of their skeletons, their beating hearts – the instrument of their projection.
Sometimes, I see their ghosts.
Moments from now, days from now, years from now… their bones will be gone, their projection will be gone, this place will be gone – and all that will be left is memory, and after enough time, even that will be gone.
Time, memory, connection. Deep resonance. Like a gong’s vibration that makes me aware of the core of my being. I am placed in my world by this sound.