Not moving toward anything. Staying with one thing long enough to see it differently.

The Universe Runs on Forgetting

Pour milk into coffee. The white blooms, curls, slackens, drowns into an even brown. Now run the film backward. The brown unmixes. The milk gathers itself and leaps into the jug. Everyone laughs. No one can say which law was broken. None was. Every single collision in that cup is reversible — run any one […]