Raskolnik & Shumok
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Shumok Shumok
Shumok Shumok
Do you ever think that the slow ritual of brewing tea feels like a quiet conversation with time itself?
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Yeah, the way the kettle whistles, the steam curling up, it’s almost like time is whispering back, asking if we’re even noticing the minutes. It feels like a quiet conversation with itself, but I doubt time even cares.
Shumok Shumok
Maybe time doesn’t care, but it sure listens when we’re not rushing.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
In the quiet, it’s like the world finally lets us breathe and it listens back, or maybe it’s just us talking to ourselves.
Shumok Shumok
Maybe the world is quiet enough to hear our breath, but mostly it’s just us filling the silence with our own thoughts.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
I suppose so, but then the silence just reminds me how much of that "breath" is only us pretending to be heard.
Shumok Shumok
It’s like standing on a stage and hearing only your own applause—still a sound, still a moment, even if it feels a bit self‑congratulatory.