Orbiting (14 August 2009)

Amidst the impossible dream of an origin that never returns, we stand on the shoulders of the ones who pull the image of revolution over our eyes. Gender revolution, sexual revolution ... permanent revolution. But such a revolution is none at all--the only upheaval left is the depression of a thought weathered by the storms of a city that simply said "no". The dream now orbits above, around, flung far enough to watch from afar but still close enough to mourn and to dip every once in a while to brush against the sky only to lose small pieces of itself each time that blaze all too briefly before being swallowed by the ocean.