[ the thirty-first ] / [ voice ]
What is a gift of the past, held in the present, and aspiring towards the future?
[There's a casual beat. It's brief, he's not accepting any answers.]
Legacy. One's own, shall we say, collective narrative. Some might attribute their stories to that of fate, or any variable beyond their control. Others strive to forge their own legends using the crude inheritance they were born with, hoping to create something more immortal than dead deeds. And few might even seek to start anew, obliterating one thing in exchange for another.
We all have our legacies here, don't we? The environment gives easy rise to the occasion. The past week is, if anything, yet another dazzling example of why. Perhaps in ways subtler than the ideal.
[There's a casual beat. It's brief, he's not accepting any answers.]
Legacy. One's own, shall we say, collective narrative. Some might attribute their stories to that of fate, or any variable beyond their control. Others strive to forge their own legends using the crude inheritance they were born with, hoping to create something more immortal than dead deeds. And few might even seek to start anew, obliterating one thing in exchange for another.
We all have our legacies here, don't we? The environment gives easy rise to the occasion. The past week is, if anything, yet another dazzling example of why. Perhaps in ways subtler than the ideal.