I’d like to show you a picture.
You know what this is, but I’d like for you to look a little closer. Stretch the pixels, get up close and personal with the digital fabric — and you know? I know what you’re going to see:
Blood, and all of the things that you’re too afraid to face on your own.
Do you like to dream?
I’d like to dream.
I’d like to dream of happy things, like soft fur and fine fabrics.
But the sacred fires of heaven are chomping on the already-torn pieces of our world, and sitting charred atop the oceans like tough scraps of roast beef.
So you see, your house is already afire. Your house, your country, your people — afire.
Allow your eyes to peer more closely into the dress.
Keep them there, and try to dream.