Playing Fields

A memory, a sound, a snippet of thought, the sight of groceries on shelves and lost shoppers, eye contact that was almost but not quite eye contact, the smell of cars and rain outside…

Our stories are the stories of how we step from one compartment of experience into another and how the walls of these compartments rub uncomfortably.

And when the walls come down, this difficult present becomes an open field of seamless experience where differences go unnoticed, all images playing fairly under a steady sun.

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