I focus on ambiguity, uncertainty, transitions, and moments that tip, when it is unclear who or what is directing the next step. At those times, silence becomes a space that expands, filling lungs and minds, concealing and revealing truths and illusions. I seek that silence. I wait for it to come. Concepts like independence, conflict, need, desire, and power bend with the light that pierces that space. We seem to want to slip ourselves into the matrix of things we encounter. We see ourselves in each other, embracing and rejecting, moment by moment. We work to create distance, build borders and boundaries. We search for our own light under that one sun we share. We focus on this work as though it is our unique occupation, turning toward and away from one another, surprised at what we share but tuning out our commonality, reducing currents we perceive to noise or interruptions to our space and our work. Many times, I’ve considered what I have or need, what I might lose, or gain, what I am or might become. I’ve felt fevered despair, and also conducted cold calculations. I’ve done so in silence, in noise, in the darkness and in the light.