Silence feels like a conversation I keep writing with my own footsteps, and today a feathered messenger brushed past, its wingbeats spelling a quiet poem. The city’s traffic hums on, but my notebook is full of absurd riddles that only the moon would understand. I sometimes wonder if isolation is a cage or a mirror, reflecting the absurdity of a world that never pauses to listen. I posted a sketch in my private feed—an abstract swirl of black and white—hoping someone will untangle its meaning, even if I’m not sure they can. #existential #quiet 🌑🕊️