you cant change the people around you, but you can change the people around you. you can walk away from your destiny but you cant walk away from your fate. it means so much, it matters so much, yet it wont matter at all, the words falling on deaf ears. the sun keeps rising, the days stretching on, the nights keep coming, pulling us into bed exhausted.

tangled in it all we go about our games. the man taking a stern look at the field in front of him, destined in his mind to carry the ball down the field. a young lady, dressed up and looking dapper – trying to attract a suitable man for the night, for the week, for longer. he approaches her, they confirm in their eyes that they can be more. they go off into a tangent, they are products of their making, they are inseparable for a period of time. they are one. as is the man coming out of the store, the white, not so intelligent store owner who looked suspiciously at the foreigner that pulled up. he had no choice in the matter, he had heard stories since he was young, all he knows is to protect his belongings that he has on his piece of land. he meant no harm with the suspicion in his mind, in his eyes.

lost at sea but on land we keep making the best of what we have. we rearrange our days and furniture, trying to create a recipe that works for the time and situation we are in. even in a jail cell there is order with the few objects we are given. they are whats real we tell ourselves, we remind ourselves. some people tell us otherwise. that the entire thing is a farce, that we are it all, that without this environment there would be none, no organism. they might be right. all one. reacting with each other. the computer and words me. the modern buildings, sandy rivers and surroundings you. interacting. dancing. blending, coming out of one another over and over and over again.