I Am Where I Am

You can’t be everywhere at once

Photography by Reylia Slaby

An uneasiness. A rush. The push to keep going.

Even the few minutes that I was waiting for the train, this anxiety was given all of my attention instead of taking in the moment. One might feel that the commonplace nature of waiting at the station may disqualify it from receiving any attention. And yet the moment does indeed call, and that small whisper is…