Origins

In the quiet of the forest I can finally hear my voice the visceral growl buried inside of generations silenced

Blue. Red. Left. Right. Republican. Democrat. Labels. Categories. Misnomers. We are all ONE tied to the same fate. This planet.

Everywhere I go: zombies attached to their screens as they walk off the cliff following the crowd without pause, without

We detached ourselves from the forest and invented loneliness to pass the time. All the crumbs we left on the