Human. Physical matter. Marching on. No matter the wear and tear, the breaks and bruises, we are all still here. We do not disintegrate, we do not evaporate. Neither unmerited torture nor self-inflicted wounds can lead to our disappearance. We cannot remove our tracks. We cannot erase our words. The things we’ve done will always be the things we’ve done. Removing ourselves from one part of life cannot remove us from every part of life. So we march on. We make friends and art and mistakes. We sound, we hear, we mull. But we do not vanish. People join us, people abandon us. We welcome, we push. We can be plenty and we can be one.
And we march on.