Written by Jacob Ibrag
There’s a moment, and a situation.
There’s a moment when you accept a situation.
There it is, the supposed end to a standoff. It’s exhausting or at least that’s what you think it’s supposed to feel like. And then, it doesn’t. You question your reaction, or lack there of. The strange indifference. And you don’t feel, guilty. You step back to separate and look around.
Nothing’s changed. Everything copacetic, and the people all the same.
Photo by Buzz Andersen