i see shadows sometimes, just shifting on the wall, and it makes me think about what we truly see. every once in a while, i wonder if our perception of reality is just too fixed. we build our worlds, our ideas of what’s present, and it all feels so certain. but how does it make sense that our kind of visibility is the only kind of visibility in the universe. the universe holds so many unseen forms, so many intelligences that we might not even register. maybe what we consider empty isn't empty at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…