Some Kind of Manifesto
That, to me, is beautiful.
All of us stumbling
through this wreckage
and rubble together,
finding beauty in the world
and in each other along the way.
Software that respects our opinions and autonomy;
collaborations that reflect back our diversity;
and art that gives us a venue to consider
that remains —
what manifestos can never say.
Because understanding is not a pre-requisite
So I like narratives that are full of
holes and misdirection.
Bits borrowed from here and there,
fragments and remixes,
fused into a visceral barrage,
inviting you into an experience —
the start of
Diverse people breathing and sweating
and fighting and playing together.
Accidents, contradictions, and broken expectations.
Grasping at stability and form,
coming up short.