Written by Jacob Ibrag
There isn’t a plan and there aren’t any rules.
We’re a collective making sense of the senseless. Making
meaning where there isn’t any. Structuring a system that plants
our feet. We’re afraid to fly past the idea of limitations. What if there
aren’t any? What if this isn’t where we’re supposed to finish? I see
playgrounds in the sky. I see the world from another light.
Photo by Joseph Gruenthal