Lost for words: On an involuntary exercise in radical stillness

I remember lying in a hospital bed, head turned, gazing out of the window. There was sky, I did not call it that. By then, the thoughts had been completely silenced. A bird flew off in the distance. I did not call it a bird, nor did I need to recall its distinct bird-ness in … Continue reading Lost for words: On an involuntary exercise in radical stillness