Life in Motion

A weighty ghost strolls through the halls, his silent steps rhythmic to his beating heart. His gaze cast into nothingness, catching the eyes of no one. The commotion and bustle of the peers fluster past him in a sea of surreal detail. The murky sky reflects his outer appearance, but fails to show the explicit color which are his flourishing thoughts. Absorbed in his own fascinating world, his mind wanders. The vast space of the room he occupies goes unnoticed by the ants at tables further away. He speculates that it would take a few thousand bodies, with no space left for the blink of an eye lash, to fill this blandly colored cube to its capacity. The weighty ghost contemplates the running’s of the other drones, if the low hum of their idle chatter adds meaning to their lives. If they, like himself, let loose and ponder the wonders of the world.

Lost in thought,
~Chiko...