My mind amongst a rolling swarm. The small are clustered together, driving forward, pretending to be greater than they are. The ‘self’ is cannibalised by ‘self’ as part of the ever evolving, ever moving narrative. The ‘other’ is consumed or is left to float away or is the enemy. Every movement influences the direction and survival of the many. Even small changes eventually lead to larger variations. Everything is connected: our past, like the back of the throng, will inevitably make its way to the head, to become our future.
