collective me

We are all serving a sentence and doing time. We want to leave marks in the sand and make real changes in the way of operations. These things are slow as people are unwilling to abandon the reality they see. Their comfort ability/ours is due in large part to the selection and opportunities afforded us.
Tapping in to an idea is where we find the birthplace of action, not subtlety. One idea can spring from the simplest of thoughts. Running with that thought, that idea, is how really big bridges are built between people and generations. It is how we become something as opposed to succombing to something else; someone elses idea for us.
Still, no matter which of the many isles we take, you can be sure the movie will end at some point; to be continued when we get home and even while we sleep. No matter the idea or function, our temporary spot will have other occupants once our time is up. What will they perceive about us? What marks in the sand shall serve as our signature? Will it be a collective or will it be singular in nature; noteworthy and satisfactory in its understanding? LLc 98.2 *

economy first

I feel as though I am waking from a long and prosperous sleep. Like the world herself has morphed into a shell of what it once was. Its occupants just the same have morphed. We have become self-enclosed fixtures on the big mantle piece; reminders of our time and place in history when we became one entity of the fluid demolition of singularity only to be replaced by economic compromise in disguise. LLc 98.2