Movements
At the time it seems to be best to be honest. To be in the outside looking through history. Alive in written words and dead to these actions that seem so reminiscent of unnoticed wars between ideology. Folly that we are soldiers of a cobuild orchestrator. If we are so, then let’s us be undone by our own naivety, but if you can feel the motions and calls of sexless acts, perverse thoughts, and cruel war. Then think again. Live again. Bloom. Because our time has come to mediate a ballast. Turn off the noise. I want the paint and the canvas.