IN THE SILENCE AFTER THE STORM, THERE IS AN ECHO
In the conversations between the places we come from and the places we find ourselves. We understand the warmth of a familiar smell in a foreign place, the sound of languages we half know yet fully feel. We are the Third Culture Kids.
As a sound that lingers, unapologetic, dancing, through the air like a secret that refuses to be kept.
Echo grew from memories that shimmer in the mind, the kind that make your eyes glister, and the corners of your mouth lift.
“An echo doesn’t seek permission to exist. It announces itself. Fearlessly.”
