Barry: Innocence
We are in life for just a while between time and eternity with no navigational instruments, no sextant and no chart; we live in context.
Hannah: Fingers
Fingers tapping on the table, on the forehead, on the window, shuffling papers thin as tinfoil, pouring corn flakes, wiping mirrors.
Amelia: Your Private Outdoors
Sitting at the table under the tree canopy, a book in one hand, the other mindlessly rubbing your temple, you lose track of time.
Ethan: Number
Who are you, vital statistic made of personal identification numbers, evaluations and degrees, and defined by its body mass index, driving record, and employment history?
Oliver: Spectator
I walked outside myself, barefoot on the pavement of my existence, to feel its cold, smooth shell under the even colder surface of my soles.