Water drums in the empty shower. We may think we know what we want, but what we really want is to be known. Heard. Seen. Safe. My disillusion spills soundlessly all over the floor. How do you hope to find a way out of all that’s going wrong in your one and only life? Everyone’s just trying to find their own way, to their own dream come true. The dream isn’t ever truly about experiencing miraculous things, but about the experience of feeling miraculously known.
