04/09/2025
September … ♥️
The Month of Questions ..
When some of your favorite journalists secretly ask robots to write their sentences…
When half your friends freeze their foreheads, swearing no one can tell (spoiler: we can)…
When your nephew plead with you to join TikTok, but you’d rather not dance hip hop for algorithms…
When even your beloved flowers surprise you... magically seeds become flowers and you find them in supermarket ... within 15 days!!!
as if to say “I bet you didn’t expect this!”
When reading ten pages from your book straight feels heroic, because your phone keeps whispering, “Check me, check me…”
When every email sounds like it came from the same polite (but boring) chatbot..
while its sender beams about their “unique voice”
That’s when you go quiet.
You sneak off to the Swiss forest, to the loneliest corner you can find, and sit there.
To ask the old same questions:
Who am I?
Who do I actually want to be?
& Hours pass. No lightning bolts of wisdom arrive.
But in the hush, you notice something small:
a breath of clarity, like sunlight weaving through the September leaves.
You don’t have the answer yet.
But you feel it coming.
Honestly birds
sometimes, that’s enough.
Hugs ###x
Panos🐧
