Some of us go through life as if we’re shot out of a cannon, leaving destruction in our wake. Zendle cautions us to be calm, breathe and Be the Bee! (Watch till the end. You won’t be disappointed.)
βIt was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.β β Don DeLillo, from White Noise