Beings live apart from each other, and the only way to interact with others when they’re complicated by distance and terrain is to build paths to them. In this aspect, we connect lives to each other, attempting to share our experiences with each other as accurately as we can remember them. By this, we are all duplicitous by nature: we say one thing when we mean the other. This is just the price we pay for the ability of communication: electrical signals connecting to others in our brain to recall events that took place. It’s quite electrifying how we like to swing things back and forth between two locations; the thought of being in two places at once has interested us for centuries. The twins are sleeping at the moment, and I don’t recommend you’d wake only one at a time, for they’re bound to the earth in such a way that shakes it to the core if they’re not together; constantly speaking tongues between each other. The foundations we live on aren’t stable, and can split at any moment from forces outside of our control, further dividing and othering us. It’s thrown towards us in a hurdling manner, awaiting our turn to hit it right back to where it came from. We must catch what’s tossed at us, imprint what message we need to, and throw it right back. Even when things are at their darkest, we never lose hope, as hope requires abandoning everyone, even yourself to the idea that there’s nothing worth saying to someone else in the midst of a world so downtrodden. It’s the burden of 𐑡𐑧𐑥𐑦𐑯𐑲, 𐑞 𐑒𐑩𐑥𐑿𐑯𐑦𐑒𐑱𐑑𐑼, to live a life that’s ultimately parallel: similar but never touching to those who seek to exist in more than one place at a time. Gossip is a form of compassion, right?

Original artwork created on 9/21/18