Speed

There is nothing to understand. It doesn’t make any sense. And it doesn’t have to do. And while we are hiding, and pretending we are no one in particular – they see us. They see our beating hearts, and they hear the blood flowing through our veins. Is there a way to wake up? Can we break out of these cages we built for ourselves? They know we are tired, overwhelmed and sad… but we have to go and on and on and on, until we are running. Speed up? Maybe that’s the only way to survive.