As we are wheels we carry pain and pour it onto adjacent smaller wheels.
As we are humans we see that pain, we watch ourselves inflict it and we nod.
Our consciousness grows, the perspective changes— yet we still go on as we did yesterday.
It’s not a story about tragedy or redemption,
It’s a story about fire and dinosaurs, about cyclical movements— nature inhibited by nature, yet flourishes.
About how fragile everything is in front of power, how we all hurt in front of masculinity, how we are all victims of imagined hierarchies , struggling to transcend— children and adult, women and men.
