Sense of community is a tricky thing.
You get it all wrong or you just make it right.
A lifetime is a short time to go beyond the self,
though mostly the ideas of self are set in a ranch among those blue countries.
Companionship sets in the west with all the acid haze and all remains,
a justification of mirror vision and yellow shine.
The greatest of minds could stop their thoughts to retain a call,
a call which is in the marrows of our individual frequency…
That’s iconic.
We mostly fail cause it requires hardcore inactions.
We cease to exist when we start making trade with our memories.

………………………………………………………………………. Artwork: Sam Nemoo.