We Are Here to Face the World

She is not the kind of girl that likes to tell the world to fuck off… but nonetheless thinks it has become necessary in the interest of international security.

This was a moment, a segment of thought in the mind of Simone – superhero goddess type with a nack for picking her nose and flicking it in the direction of authority. In the midst of another sarcastic assessment of her life her eyes alighted upon a coffee stained napkin - of which scribbled upon was the following:

“We are here to face the music. We are here to face the world. Enough is enough.”

Who knew so few words could inspire so much…she thought as her mind and body dashed from the banal but bubbling coffee shop she had been wasting her afternoon in. With each step her soles and mind skipped closer to throwing off the chains placed on her time, creativity, intelligence, movement and body. In joining the generations that would rise and rage against the foundations of their thinking, she hopped, skipped, giddy, with newly defined freedom into the nearest intersection, wearing a smile of earth shattering proportions. To dance vulnerable with the gas inspired lumbering masses. Vehicles screamed to halt around her as she danced. Undaunted by their arsenal of exploding angry honking. Flirting with and enchanting observers to come join her, to abandon their mobile prisons of steel and metal…she danced a dance so beautiful - transcribers of history might try to forget it – because they lack the words to capture its power. Who knew we peons could be so powerful? Who knew that creative, anonymous, random moments could mean so much? No one that’s who.