Selin & Chainik
Selin
Do you ever notice how a quiet room, with dust motes dancing in a shaft of light, feels like a poem in motion?
Chainik
Yeah, I do. Those little motes are like tiny applause from the room, like the ceiling is breathing and writing verses in the light. I sometimes get so obsessed I want to build a dust‑capturing contraption just to read the poems it makes. But then I realize my tools need a dust filter first!
Selin
It’s funny how the simplest things can feel like verses when you pause to listen, isn’t it? Sometimes the quiet itself writes the poem, no contraption needed.