People of the every day
No apocalypse is coming to save you
There's grace in everything
Trapped in a cage with no enrichment, forced to chase inhuman security in the form of scraping pennies off sidewalks to cover rent. Enrichment is made entirely alone- blankets, pillows- warmth needs to be at every corner, though none of it is human. Buy hand-made things: like a sculpture, you know it was touched by another. In those blankets, Tomas buries himself, weeping over the horrible fact that he knows how much touch means to him.
You carry convention on your shoulders and noncomformity in your heart....I hope you live what your soul will never stop begging your body and self to remember...."Love is not abasement, love is exaltation."
You know the strength in everything
Knock 'em dead, baby, Knock 'em dead, baby, Knock 'em dead, baby, Knock