Without warning, everything is flipped. Gravity is a myth. And it’s better that way. The enemy’s gate is down.

Noticing what you notice. What we recognize as good or bad. What we empathize with. What we encourage.

The world I see isn’t the same as yours. My ability to describe it, to bring you into that world is where synergy is formed. Where a single path can emerge.

It was the lack of armor, the revealing of vulnerability, the showing of heart; the elements that moved humankind. And they were better for it. Those who stopped to be moved were better for it.

Nostalgia draped over a shelf like a hazy blanket. Disturbed by movement. Disturbed by change.