Question what you remember.
Soft Light isn’t sunlight.
It doesn’t come from the sky.
It comes from a screen in your hand.
A small beam of light,
bright enough to hold attention,
soft enough that you never notice how long you’ve been standing there.
The world gets quiet.
The room disappears.
The light stays.
This piece is about attention, distraction, and the soft glow that slowly replaces everything else.
