The Geometry of Waiting
There’s this weird, persistent hum in the background of modern life. It’s not the sound of an actual machine, or traffic, or even a conversation. It’s the low-grade, constant hum of *potential*. The feeling that you are.
There’s this weird, persistent hum in the background of modern life. It’s not the sound of an actual machine, or traffic, or even a conversation. It’s the low-grade, constant hum of *potential*. The feeling that you are.