protect your eyes and skin from dust and the outside, hold your head down and protect your face from the wind and air, hold your hands together and touch nothing or you pay, walk briskly and avoid confrontation with no one, escape quietly so you can be loud alone.
his name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue
what becomes of development when only the economy moves forward, rather than our understanding? when does progress begin? what happens to today when we look towards tomorrow? where are we now, and where the hell are we going?
hear the earthquake, see the cracks in the walls and don’t hide under the table. watch the dust fall and the buildings sway but don’t move even a little. the walls will fall and the roof will cave but you will stand strong. the pipelines will burst and the power will fail but you never needed them anyway. the road will split and the ocean will rise but don’t try to swim. you will be left naked in a pile of rubble, but that’s where freedom comes from.