'The Waiting Room' Waiting has a way of rearranging time. Minutes don’t pass; they gather. They stack up in the corners, under the cushions, in the space between two people who might have been strangers in a different timeline. She felt it like pressure behind the ribs, a sense that the world had inhaled and refused to exhale. He felt it like static on the skin, the quiet certainty that everything important was happening elsewhere, just out of their view. They weren’t waiting for an appointment, exactly. They were waiting for the moment that would tell them what kind of people they were about to become. #oldschoolartist #newschooltools #VisualStorytelling #WorldBuilding #BooksAndPrints #traditionalart #digitalart #aiart #hybridart #waiting