If my left foot gets stuck, do not allow my right to follow. If my hands no longer give, let them take away nothing. If my senses fail, taken root in sorrow, let them remember the spirits that sing them into existence. If my body cannot take the wind and bring it back where it came, then let me sleep by the shore. Let me return to the dream, where all the things come and wash over me.
– Josh Fleming Image by: Julien Mauve https://www.behance.net/gallery/26399059/Greetings-From-Mars