the light comes quick to take it down in words i do without a sound record the room of people in a time of talking round. i write. the looking comes like cold cold steam, piercing my reality. some notion made immediately, by them by me, has made a we. we, as a society disagree and power through our discontent. i hear the time has come to say goodbye to what it loves. suddenly, humanity – it finds me in my selfish place for all the world to see. it’s me forgetting i can see the place thick with humanity. my rage, my judgement reflects me, not some one who I claim to see as far from what I think to be. I’m wrong here where concerned with we. it’s me.
photo: athens, greece 2015