What is this future we seek? To be unbound, unbroken…to crawl from the muck. To move ourselves from this place to the beyond. To stretch our lungs before that great leap. To bend our bones and hear them creak as we extend from the world we must leave behind. The fury of our engines tearing at the past, blowing dust off the stones we left unturned. Never meant to sit idly; to waste our potential…we scream at the stars and beckon a riposte.
It swells and pulls me in, but it’s an endless loop of meaningless nothing. I don’t want to leave, but I don’t want this. Nothing is nothing is nothing is nothing.
I can feel the swell push against me, wash over and through me. Ever changing, yet constant in it’s goal. The craving to push back overwhelms me but I feel powerless when it towers over me. Still, I feel the need to fight. I’m waiting for my weapons, and I’m counting the hours to pick them up. The battle I must fight must be fought with a clear head; with dedication and strength. While it wells up inside me, as the swell washes over me, I focus and I wait; as the waiting makes the want.
Under electric glow, between science and design, a jumble of thoughts run wild. The waves crash against each other and are interpreted. Listening, interpreting subconsciously, deciphering meanings and, most importantly, letting go. Stepping back to another time, another place…another person.