But it was in this park, on that too-bright a spring day, that I felt a microscopic loosening. For it struck me – the endlessness of nature. The Earth continuing to rotate and revolve, even as my world spun out of control. And there was something deeply comforting in that, that we’re all part of nature. Infinite, circular, constant. Of everything alive, everything dead, everything very real. Everything suspended in the here and now.
Extrait du travail en cours, Bijal Vachharajani, 2025