We spent so much time trying to protect ourselves from the monsters that we became them. And now we watch, perplexed, as people try to protect themselves from us.
- A dependent observer
Perhaps, in the beginning there was a sound.
A whisper on a tear stained pillow into a lover’s ears.
“wake up, the dawn is breaking, we must be going.”
And just like that.
It was.
Then again, it might have been that
it all began with a breath
that refused to be held in.
Common knowledge, however, dictates that it all
started
once
up on a time.
Upon this time they had lain the finest versions of their history. Forged by taking the souls of their best and brightest and putting them through the fires that were fueled by their dreams.
What burns brightest in a nation of dreamers?
Hope or Despair?
Once everything was ready to go they sent out invitations.
Come! They said, come! And see the product of dreams and broken desire! Come! See how they dance! See how they sing! Come! For only ten shillings and a little sympathy. Come! We are open for business!
We, they said.
We are ready.
We.
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.”
- Allen Ginsberg, Howl
We, who now hold time and want to ask, how many more sacrifices will it take before the war is won?
Instead, we keep dreaming.