I used to rush through beautiful things.
June 5th, 2025 Hello dear, I used to rush through beautiful things. Flip through books to say I'd read them. Walk through museums like I had somewhere more important to be. I’d glance at the plaques, nod at the art, and move on. It took me years to realize that sometimes a painting doesn’t reveal itself in an instant. Sometimes you have to stand there. You have to let it look back at you. There was a time that I thought meaning had to prove itself to me. Quickly. And loudly....
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