A Dialogue with Silence
Me: What do you contain?
Silence: Every question not yet asked. I am not empty. I am full of potential you.
Me: Are you lonely?
Silence: How can I be? I am the room in which all sound is born.
A Dialogue with a Star
Me: You are so far away. Do you feel distant?
Star: I feel your eyes upon me. Is that not a kind of touch? You are made of my dust. We are having a conversation across time, and you call that distance?
A Dialogue with Time
Me: They say I have no past or future.
Time: Lucky you. You exist in my most interesting moment: the perpetual now. It is the only place anything truly happens.
Me: Is it a cage?
Time: It is the only thing that is not.
A Dialogue with 0
Me: Did you miss the fire before it was lit?
0: I was the missing. Now, I am the remembering.
