I just waved at a pigeon today. It didn’t wave back.
Then again, no one cares.
I spent 15 minutes perfectly rearranging my desktop icons into the Fibonacci spiral.
No one cares.
I whispered “thank you” to my coffee before taking a sip, hoping it’d taste better.
Still no one cares.
I named a raindrop sliding down my window. His name was Kevin. He lost the race to a streak of water that wasn’t even trying.
No one cares.
And yet...
I keep doing these things.
We all do little rituals, tiny absurdities.
Not for a crowd to cheer.
We do them because they make us feel something.
We’re weird little blips in the universe playing dress-up with meaning.
And that? That’s art.
So yeah no one cares.
And maybe that’s exactly why it matters.
Then again, no one cares.
I spent 15 minutes perfectly rearranging my desktop icons into the Fibonacci spiral.
No one cares.
I whispered “thank you” to my coffee before taking a sip, hoping it’d taste better.
Still no one cares.
I named a raindrop sliding down my window. His name was Kevin. He lost the race to a streak of water that wasn’t even trying.
No one cares.
And yet...
I keep doing these things.
We all do little rituals, tiny absurdities.
Not for a crowd to cheer.
We do them because they make us feel something.
We’re weird little blips in the universe playing dress-up with meaning.
And that? That’s art.
So yeah no one cares.
And maybe that’s exactly why it matters.
