In the midst of so much change, so much fear, so many frightening possibilities there is comfort in the small things. Commercials which haven't changed in tone since I was ten years old. Comfortable lounges on couches. The warmth of a nearby dog, snuggling up close and seeking the same comfort as me. The quiet but constant ticking of a nearby clock.
Small, simple materials. Quiet, inconsequential consistencies. These are the buoys that keep one afloat in the chaos of the storm.
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