over and over we put together the story. rehearse it in our minds then repeat it to ourselves. subtracting the parts we wish to forget while expanding and embellishing the parts that build the narrative, we stack the cake high to build the story to fit our lives. we go on to explain away the path we took, to justify our place and product of turns made and bets taken. we bury the past and steam into a future with a narrative of our making, with baggage from our time spent and inklings of a path ahead. in our favorite pair of shoes and our trusty smiles we head into the unknown with the cards that were dealt.

our homes, cars and animals all further limbs to our beings. physical extensions of who we are. lives scattered across the globe involved in all sorts of complex moves. forrest of people coming out from out planet, the most advanced organisms yet. we have made it all from piecing together things that were already here, this earth has done us well. while the winds gather a storm is forming sure to break apart the progress that was made, keep us humble in the game we have all been so serious about. let us start over as we have been doing all along.

in the meantime we head to the office, to the parks and to sleep. we know no other then carrying on. with a sense of determination on our faces we pass through the complex world and do not look up as airplanes above or think twice of the technology found in our pockets. we are busy fighting our own demons, organizing our own playlist and caring for our own patch we have called home. caregivers to ourselves we compete for tokens and keep hitting play as the clock jars us awake. paving over mountains in a guessing game where we no longer contemplate what is was for. on a spinning fiery rock hurtling through the universe we organize our sock drawer and check our stock accounts.