Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Me too. It's getting harder to feel disconnected, because, well, we are connected. The people who make money on war hate this.

I keep waiting for evolution.

Two wrongs don't make a right, I keep thinking.

But maybe I'm wrong, I don't know.

We, the people.

Yeah right.

Theda! Wow, so good to see you here!

Haven't given up all hope yet, but an awful lot of time has passed.

The world was a little fucked before I got here, and I tried to hope for the best after I got born here and started breathing but you know, when people disappear suddenly you have to start asking questions.

For me this is sorrow. I've been waiting for reports from the epicenter, and so far nothing specific about Nir Oz, though what I read today about what happened at the next village up the road gives me no comfort.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

It's a start. You could be the word dancer again.

I want, under the hood,
big shiny tall cylinders.
Seven hundred horsepower.
I want enough to outrun cops.
Don't know if I need it, don't care.
I need a car to outrun the cops.
My god the cops are multiplying
everywhere, you can't get away
from them but I'm going to try.

It seems enough is never quite ... enough?

The Age of Information.

The Tower of Babel was alright,
new methods building ever higher.
But when it took too much credit
for itself, the divine wasn't pleased.

The Tower of Babel scattered and
confused us with different languages,
and a few thousand years later the
Internet came and did the same.

rain and winds and babies that yawn, it goes on.

Ha, I'm in that situation now, only hope.
Love, what the hell is that?