I would look forward to my grandma coming over. She always had funny things to say, and her Costa Rican accent made anything she said interesting. She talks about her younger days back in Central America and how living was when she was a teenager. “Everybody always has to be somewhere, all the time,” she says about modern northwest living. “No one takes time for themselves anymore. It’s always go, go, go, with no siesta. You know, in Costa Rica, people take naps in the middle of the workday”. It was her nostalgic talk of this lifestyle that got me thinking about how we live. It’s true. Nothing ever stops moving. Even nature convinces me of this. Rivers are always moving and pointing somewhere, the ocean is unceasingly crashing on the beach, even a tree planted firmly in the earth doesn’t get by without a little swaying. And all of this is happening on the surface of this planet, which, too, is forever spinning.