Ephemerality

Amidst the flowing stream, misty rainfall, and soft wind I used a stick as my paintbrush and a piece of tree bark to paint a question mark with mud. This piece brought many questions to mind and some of these questions are posed as a part of the ephemerality of sound:

How will we know what marks we leave behind?

How will we know where our impressions will last?

If we pause, and look around, how do we know that what’s around us is keeping track of us?

How do we know what messages we're supposed to get from this earth?

How do we know what we're supposed to leave behind?

How do we know we’ll hear everything we’ll hear today, tomorrow?

How will we know?

These questions are not meant to be answered, but are meant to show the fleeting ephemeral nature of thought. Just as the mud slipped away from the bark when submerged in the stream, my thoughts slipped through my mind, from mind to mouth, mouth to breath, breath to wind, through time, through life, through space unknown.

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