There are whale cries echoing around me, wait, is that your harp? Is that a synth? Is that a siren? There is no sea and there is no space, here we rise and we stay. It almost feels as if I’m being realigned, like when a chiropractor pulls on your head and suddenly your spine pops back into place and all the tension releases. It feels like that but for my mind, and it feels like everything is allowed to be quiet for a moment, even if there is still sound around us.

One time I wrote about how nothing is ever truly silent, because everything leaves behind a whisper. Even in the middle of the night in winter, something is moving and something is breathing and something is thinking, this feels like that. Enough is happening, but at the same time, nothing is. It’s a subliminal space, but I think you’re here, too. Do you hear the whales? Is it a harp, or a synth, or a siren?

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