There are thousands of us with burning eyes, angry thoughts, clenched fists, muffled screams, broken hearts and failed dreams.
We all gather to show our support for the despisal of the world, or at least what is supposed to be 'life'.
Our power together is tremendous as we all have focused on the same points.
We are something bigger than reality, a linked collection of moments all trying to find the same solution.
We need a purpose, we grasp for any reason that justifies all we have been through.
Together we can try to form one complete life by filling up all the missing parts with faded memories.
Each one of us contributes his moment, his thoughts, his minuscule beauty and then takes his place along side with all the other empties.
Together we look at our shrine to purpose, standing back to search for any aspects of reason.

As the dark falls on our coalition, we realize that nothing has changed, we cannot build a complete form or find our complete purpose.
So every one of use sinks back to our holes and our corners, to go back into hibernation from present reality.
Slowly the creation falls apart and finally, we are nothing again.



*Spring2005