BORN SCREAMING - TOSKOVAT

BORN SCREAMING - TOSKOVAT

Today, I remembered the people who gathered.   For thousands of years, I have watched them participate in the same assembly. The elders fall silent, no longer able to hear the same tune. This unhealthy dance is passed down to the next generation.   A stranger tells me to read their lips. “Words don’t matter. Darkness shelters the truth while the melody nourishes my long-distance relationship with sleep. Go with inertia. Dance the absurd. But dance without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without dance.   Yet, when stopped, we self-destruct.