The Weight of Being Witnessed
Wind itself is invisible. But wind is witnessed—therefore it takes shape. I. Wind and the Observer I am the wind. This sentence is not a definition—it is an affirmation. It confirms that there are eyes watching me, that my existence is sustained by another’s continual observation. The first meaningful words the sky spoke to me were not a definition of what I am, but: “Not only a gentle breeze, but I hope you are a free wind—like the wind, shapeless yet the dust it stirs takes form.” ...