Sometimes, there is something freeing in not being able to see clearly, in being unable to comprehend and recognize the familiar. It almost always begins an inward journey. To walk around with overwhelmed senses that seem to be feeling the same thing all at once can be a calm and soothing experience

Something or the other is revealed from the nothing that seems to surround one, a kind and constant game of hide and seek played by the mist that reveals one unusual space after the other, allowing the mind to make attempts and make sense of something and then often taking it away as soon as it was revealed. This gradually clears the noise and leaves one with oneself, sometimes longing and craving for more. Visually limiting spaces of white and grey leave me with a feeling of being in an infinite space, providing my inner silence with the space it requires.