shifting. restlessness. rebellion. revolution.

the beginning is near...

the air is saturated with anticipation. and has the eerie calm that precedes great upheaval. our days go on as they have. but we cannot ignore the crumbling of systems and institutions around us. or the rhythm of our collective voice, syncopated with beats of protest and hope.

slowly our connections are becoming more personal, less vague. slowly we are rejecting this false reality and demanding and creating an authentic one. 

i can't help but to meditate repeatedly on: resilience and adaptation. i can't help but to prepare myself to be fully unprepared. and to ready myself to delve into the unimaginable...