How terrifying is the act of waiting in modern times? Waiting for the single tick to turn double, for the double tick to turn blue, just to know that your dear one has reached home safely.

We are shaped by our memories and experiences. I believe we behold our pasts in bits and pieces, as if our lives are dependent on them. A conversation at the dinner table, a silent nod of acknowledgment. An unknowing familiarity with a life you once lived.

Ok, I am done. I have been painstakingly staring at this blank page for weeks now, hoping something would naturally occur to me to pour...