“You see, loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egoistical selves.”
― Natsume Soseki, Kokoro
FIELD NOTES #3 Every so often you lose your voice and forgetting what you sound like you follow those voices that seem loudest—those ornery, nasally, booming voices, that carry with them the unbridled rage of summer storms. But give them a closer listen and you'll discover they haven't said a thing. And your own voice, the one you swore you lost, waits quietly in the wings in hopes you'll hear it's song. 𑁍𑁍𑁍 You might find Jesus at the drive-through hawking bread for change— selling human flesh is the world's oldest trade. 𑁍𑁍𑁍 Woman and child [woman slowly spinning]. Absurd or routine? The child smiles— spinning like a prayer wheel.