It’s about the insignificance of being, the humility of existence. It’s about the mesmerizing sight of train tracks, shimmering like molten gold under the midday sun, stretching into the horizon, leading you on a journey to an unknown destination, perhaps home. It’s about the fluidity of self, the blurring of physical boundaries, the softening of facial features, the fading of smiles. It’s about the void left behind, a human-shaped absence, a lingering laughter echoing against the walls, an unoccupied chair in the corner, a silent testament to your presence. It’s about the realm of dreams where daylight is a forgotten … Continue reading The Ephemeral Echoes of Existence