Empty space, quite a challenge to the human mind.
I try, like anyone else, to populate it with meanings.
A sense of purpose, perhaps?
I live an urban life, an environment absorbed by the ocean of opinions and platforms to communicate them.
So many that it feels like a dense haze enveloping everything slowly.
I often escape a world devoid of meanings.
Perhaps human curiosity, or a need for a bit of clarity, focus my mind on a different world.
A world that silently provides me with habitable conditions and the oxygen I need in every breath I take.
Meanings are like stories. Sometimes they fade away; other times, they assume lives independently, acquiring all attributes of a “staying power.”
If the world is indeed meaningful, transcending ideas need more common platforms of exchange outside of the individual, or interest group, influence.
“The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.”
(Susan Sontag, American writer).