What does it mean? I watch and listen as they discuss the ongoing struggle. So much news echos from so many opinions. Powerless I wait - - What is my purpose in this play. To focus on something small that might distract from the arguments. The shoulders bounce against each other - a tiny bit of information that can focus my mind. I might accomplish more by watching a flower blow in the wind. Art sometimes is about narrowing the focus finding the beauty in the mundane or tragic - grasping that single pixel of hope and magnifying it.
