But festivals remind us, reassure us that in the end, good will always vanquish evil just as light destroys the dark. Revalidates our faith in the overall social construct.
Even though reality keeps confirming that the darkness grows more dense, more greasy, more opaque?
Hope isn’t anchored in reality. Hope is the simmering continuum of human need to better itself.
Except this isn’t a clear race to the finish where you can stand on the sidelines and cheer for your team.
No, it is a maze within a maze. Everyone is running. Everyone is a spectator.
And all we have, Marcus, is an old moral compass that we hope is pointing to the exit.
in the morning breeze
a hint of lavender
from leftover dreams