Sometimes the words slip away so fast, I start to doubt if they were there at all. I’m holding a handful of slippery, wiggly threads — the answer to all my challenges so nearly articulated, so close to spilling out complete and clear. And then I blink, or swallow, or cough. And the words are gone. Vaguer than a dream. More fleeting than lightening. And buried deeper in my heart.
— heidi kalyani, 2018
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line