This document contains a series of short passages and poems exploring themes of human existence, uncertainty, and finding meaning. It describes a story of thought bubbles witnessing a ship crash through a window and spill out more bubbles carrying "music, memory, and musings of pastel forevers." It questions what this story means and why we care, suggesting we have all experienced partsing mists and shipwrecks, and wonder what will happen next. Subsequent passages reflect on design, destiny, and leaving behind what we once worshipped. It asks what visuals or melodies are inspired by lyrics and invites noticing things to be kind and witness life.

1. A N A P P C A L L E D
N O T I C E
F O R T H E W R I T E R W H O P A I N T S
F O R T H E P A I N T E R W H O W R I T E S
F O R T H E C O D E R W H O D E S I G N S
F O R S E E K E R S O F W H I T E O N W H I T E

2. Once upon a time, three thought
bubbles were working late.
It was winter.
Suddenly, they saw the mists part
and a ship crash into the huge
French windows.
From the ship, hundred other
thought bubbles spilled out.
But they had the music, memory,
and musings of pastel forevers.

3. WHAT
DOES
THAT
STORY
MEAN?
Why do you care?
Because from a very human space,
from the deep knot of human
existence, we have all seen the
mists part. We have also been on
the shipwreck.
We, each of us, carry the burden of an
uncrystallized sentiment.
And we wonder...what happens next?

4. I N C H O A T E
The destiny of design is beauty.
And destinies do many things.
They roll away like pearls.
They sleep with forgotten songs.
They let you love.
They make you leave.
They become the home you rent.
They remain the flawed
god you worshiped.
And left.

5. T H E A P P I S T O A S K
Y O U E V E R Y D A Y
What is the visual for the
lyric,
"You're a twist in my sobriety?"
"WHAT
REMAINS?"What is the melody
for your e­mail?
Where is the monsoon
in your code?
How much
Sufi in your
soup?

6. W H Y ?
Sanskrit does not have a word for 'chaos'. According to the culture in which
that language originates, people have their own 'order'. No room or
reference for 'chaos'.
Da Vinci could write front, back, and mirror excellently with both hands.
Chromophobia is the rare, persistent, irrational fear of colors.
Islam had only one name for God at one time 'Allah'.
With the rise of poetry in the culture, the notion of God and the notion of
self became interchanged.
Today, the word for self and God is derived from the same roots. 'Khud' for
self. 'Khudaa' for God.
Little girls see more purple than little boys.
All autumn seasons float and reside in the North Star. If a cloud shakes it,
the earth will be covered with orange leaves.
Some things listed here are made up. But did any of this make your gaze softer, breath slower, your smile quieter?

7. N O T I C E
because
it is an act of kindness

8. N O T I C E
because
what's an unwitnessed life?

9. N O T I C E
because
that brittle insomnia needs
rest

10. N O T I C E
because
the ship is here to
take you home.