There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Some things are created to be together.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.