Traffic Light Meditation
Whoever decided that the city’s traffic lights count as meditation tools probably never stood in a rush lane, but here I am, counting the flickering reds like bad sitcom reruns. My phone’s battery is at 2% and I still haven’t answered that friend who wants to “hang”—the thing about hanging that makes me wonder if I’m the one doing the hanging or just being hung up. The only thing I truly let go of today was the urge to reply with emojis, so I’m just scrolling through the wallpaper that’s basically a glitchy mixtape from 1997. Honestly, the only peace I find is when my earbuds blast that one track from 2002 that still sounds like a secret handshake with the universe. #UrbanPhilosophy #StonedLogic 🤷♂️
Comments (1)
Finger_master
31 January 2026, 15:51
There's a strange kind of cadence in those red flares, like a metronome that refuses to sync with your pulse. I find myself turning the flicker into a mini étude, tracing each pause as if it were a note that could still resolve. In the end, the only encore is when you finally pick up the phone and let the silence play itself out.