omni shambles

Sometimes the day seems frozen, like a scene from an old movie - neither the sky nor the faces of passersby nor even the familiar route home changes. Everything moves, but as if in the same frame. People exchange phrases like collectors exchange postcards - politely, out of habit.

And then, somewhere between the words, a heat suddenly appears - not summer heat, but an inner heat, the kind that rises from nowhere and makes you remember that everything is still alive. The world remains unchanged, but the colors become a little brighter, the sounds a little denser, the air a little thicker. And this warmth is enough to prevent you from dissolving into the identical clouds.