The flood of voices rummaging through my head calls for a halt.
Do we ever ponder why we think rather quickly without much thought?
There is deep revelation when God speaks of a "small still voice" that beckons.
But how can I even hear this whimper while I load up with Beats and other cacophonies of Indie narratives.
My soul longs for quiet.
I find this most strongly in the midst of social tsunami.
Hush, my soul.
There is God who seeks to speak.
Photography: Yen Baet / Shibuya:Tokyo