A Pilot’s Journey Through Slow Sand and Flight

In the quiet weight of being stuck, all roads begin to open.

When reality fails you, look to your dream last for answers. At least you will be entertained.

Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived.

No map could find the place where they first felt seen.

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

Sometimes we are born again through the memories we left in cold rooms.

A dream in three movements

No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is in gilded memory. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, the meal and the eater, forever spinning between hunger and home.

Breakdown

“It’s not your fault. But it is your responsibility.”

Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.