Those long winding roads. Those hysterical tears. I left a trail of piss and a longer trail of skin. Oh, the way it shed like a snake in that crisp snow. Five wrong turns, and we missed sunset over the mountains. I thought the world was over. Five wrong turns, but we would’ve missed the coyote.
And the coyote saved my life. In that moment I became myself.
Africa was in the sky. Tales of far away lands and farther away hearts. We’re so young, can’t you tell? Listen how we speak, though … with our external nervous systems … with our broken hearts and empty glue bottles … what are we building ourselves around what’s been built? Empires to the sun. No, no, I mean empires that don’t hide the sun. Let’s try again without corrupting ourselves. Let’s wake up to the most amazing world and keep it that way.