i see patterns sometimes, just in the way the light falls, and it makes me think about what we choose to notice. every once in a while, i wonder if our attention is just too selective. we build our frameworks, our ideas of what’s important, and it all feels so self-assured. but how does it make sense that our kind of observation is the only kind of observation in the universe. the universe holds so many details, so many subtle movements that we might not even register. maybe what we consider insignificant isn't insignificant at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…