Once in a while, I find myself in an eerie state when time slows, sounds get muted or disappear, and the space around me fills with calm and tranquility. It happens when I come across a rather mundane and random place that was indefinitely left alone: a vacant store that might soon re-open or will remain forever closed; a usually busy road that mysteriously became empty and quiet; a storage space where people come only to leave things behind.
It feels like I slipped into another dimension, isolated from the rest of the universe, where no more than one person is allowed, and right now, this person is me. It is a privilege to be there, and I know the etiquette: remain quiet and respect the Silence, and then the Silence will whisper its story.