some memories are untranslatable. (from bartender)
It's one of those nights where zora finds themself on the move. Trying to understand what to do with themself after a long few days. It's often a wonder that they can still create, that their work still has some value in times like. Although there had been many efforts to replace what they could do ..they had kept shifting, shifting...being willing to try varying methods to keep their work on edge in a fundamental way.
It is a lot of work trying to keep things going. It is a lot of effort to try and exist. Perhaps that is why they had stopped in a bar for the evening. Listening to the music, and just pondering their thoughts for a few moments.
Their drink is served to them and they gave a small nod bartender of thanks.
At the statement...Z kind of nods a bit in response.
"I think you're right about that. I have had these moments, these encounters that I can t make into words I can't make into images. I can't really do much with them..but the memories are there. I carry them with me constantly. And I sometimes just don't know what to do with these experiences.
I know there is a meaning there but..trying to parse through what it is can be challenging for sure."
