I gaze at snowflakes by the window, and they fall unceasingly, blurring the landscape framed by white-painted wood and pale industrial curtains. Seeing this is like plunging into matter. I shut my eyes close and can imagine the vibrant meaning covered by the human scale from which I perceive. Sometimes it feels like what's around is nothing but solid states and fixed arrangements. But when it snows, I can dream the materiality inaccessible to my eyes and I can wrap myself in its vibrancy. And then only can I truly believe that worlds exist where none can see.