Emma Bugg

But I’ve stopped zooming out.

These are not escapes. They are returns .

When the world is too loud, a tiny distraction is a volume knob you actually control. When your thoughts are a hurricane, a tiny distraction is a single, dry match.

Instead, I zoom in.

So go ahead. Get lost in the spiral of a snail’s shell. Count the bubbles in your sink. Trace the grain of your wooden desk.