Ah, yes, this is our situation. It's a room
with a view and it's blue and it's green and
sometimes purple. I propose we think. But
not so hard that we become kindling for
a fire. Fear is our dear leader; people are
rift-mongers, hoarders of differences. And
that's how here and there got separated.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, and some other
time: there is always a stitch in time and
space and matter and ourselves. And that's
right now, right here, left behind, left for
overfed. Death is on the phone, scroll past
it to stay alive. Or keep to the bushes and
become a bird (make sure to find a second
one to stay out of hand.
Roman Ryan 