We jumped to far, before we could swim, this deep ends with a touch of a button. Running on code, without the proper laces, we are of the old ways, stumbling into the new, attempting to adjust to an event, to a season without a name. We move without feeling, without connection to our ground. We hope to continue, but cannot finish the task if we fail to listen to voices from behind, to what surrounds, of what longs still to come.
– Josh Fleming