We have become comfortable believing that somebody else will fix what is broken. Somebody else will clean the streets. Somebody else will report the damaged streetlight. Somebody else will take the first step. But if everyone waits for somebody else, who is left to act?

Throat parched, but the ocean of desire overflowing.

flickered back to life — a great and magnificent flame. Once again

it surrendered to gravity, / the silence that followed felt heavy, / for it was not man's callousness but nature's fury...