“All Is Found: A Homecoming in Time”
7:15 PM The sky outside isn’t dark yet. The sky is still undecided like it can’t choose between holding on to day or gently falling into evening. I’m home. Not just a house but home. The one that holds all my past versions&my silent milestones. I’m alone for a couple of hours, sitting with myself and kind of watching a self reflection. Almost 18 now, and somehow I feel wise. More responsible than ever, more self-aware. The series -Owning Manhattan- plays on Netflix, a rare break from my studies. With each glittering frame, I feel ambition stir maybe the kind that stretches far beyond this room. I think of my dreams. The places I want to go. The life I want to live. The people I want to carry with me, my family, maybe friends if I have them. Then I pause. Literally. The remote in my hand stops the screen. I love this television now, but somehow, I don’t love watching things anymore. I’ve become more used to the stillness of news articles, documentary narrators, and the occasion...