I wonder if this is how it felt to stand in the streets of a dying Rome. Did they sit clinging to this last empty breath of a fading state? They too had once aligned in one purpose of unity towards a horizon that always promised a better tomorrow. A next day that consistently cultivated further security towards the continuation of their one existence.

Then one morning they woke to a dawn that was no longer owned by them. Forced to face the orange in the crying skies from the embers of a once powerful understanding.

Maybe once again that cycle of unabated ego has come to claim the death of an ill-fated democracy. As the song of the violin sings its song over the streets of a broken America, we’ll dance in front of our futures, brought to their knees by the unwavering force of reality.