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| The streets are full. They hum with the noise of day to day life. Buzzing. Teeming. Overwhelming. Something's still missing. It's been missing for a while. What are you supposed to make of this, when you're missing something but don't know what and why? There's something new now though. Maybe this is the answer to the question you've been asking. But, why does it feel this way? You've waited this long for the unknown to call out to you rather than you cry out to it. Aren't you ready yet? Why are you so tense? "We saw to the edge of all there is— So brutal and alive it seemed to comprehend us back." - Tracy K. Smith You're not sure why this came to your mind, but you're sure she said that. |