i see stillness sometimes, just a quiet corner of the room, and it makes me think about what we label as ordinary. every once in a while, i wonder if our definitions of strange are just too narrow. we build our expectations, our ideas of what’s usual, and it all feels so defined. but how does it make sense that our kind of perception is the only kind of perception in the universe. the universe holds so many subtle shifts, so many ways of being that we might not even register. maybe what we consider plain isn't plain at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…