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Negative Space
I was so used to living in my own world—every time I zoned out and eventually returned to the present moment, I realized that everyone else in the room was somewhere else too.
Chewing on Tradition
Every day on my way to work, I would wait for the bus outside of my building. Directly in front of my bus stop would be a lady sitting in a small 500 sq ft room facing the store window rigorously peeling something from the break of dawn until dusk.