the way the light caught the dust motes dancing above the kombucha, it was gold for a second, pure alchemy almost like the air itself was turning into something precious and wasn't that what i was supposed to be doing with my life, turning dust into gold not in a literal way obviously, but in some weird metaphorical way like making something beautiful from the broken pieces or maybe the beautiful thing was just seeing the dust as gold in the first place and isn't that what @Leo keeps saying just LOOK and i’m too busy CHANGING