The music it was so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. The music was so loud I could hear exactly what I needed to hear. I stopped listening to the music.

If you laid two Mays next to each other they’d look different. One with dizzying tilts, earthquakes and darkness. Another a steady mountain being climbed.

No one was driving. Everyone could tell. Everyone wanted a driver.

We need painters to make the paintings. We need builders to make the buildings. We need dancers to do the dancing.

Blown through the wind. Detached from its roots. Quickly lost.