So go ahead. Get lost in the spiral of a snail’s shell. Count the bubbles in your sink. Trace the grain of your wooden desk.
Emma Bugg isn’t a person. (Or maybe she is. Maybe she’s the friend who pokes you in the ribs during a funeral to show you a funny cloud.) Emma Bugg is a permission slip. A reminder that you are allowed to be delighted by the miniature, the mundane, the momentarily meaningless.
Instead, I zoom in.
The Art of the Tiny Distraction
It might just save your life. Or at least, your afternoon.
So go ahead. Get lost in the spiral of a snail’s shell. Count the bubbles in your sink. Trace the grain of your wooden desk.
Emma Bugg isn’t a person. (Or maybe she is. Maybe she’s the friend who pokes you in the ribs during a funeral to show you a funny cloud.) Emma Bugg is a permission slip. A reminder that you are allowed to be delighted by the miniature, the mundane, the momentarily meaningless. emma bugg a tiny distraction
Instead, I zoom in.
The Art of the Tiny Distraction
It might just save your life. Or at least, your afternoon. So go ahead