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A net full of rips, a system riding on misplaced trust, a plan which failed to factor in lapses, the design of a tent that misses a vital angle of storm.
To invest in optimism, care and community while occupying a falling-apart state. To design structures that adapt to unforeseeable disruption. To find hope in sensation, to make time to feel.
To feel the sky, the absurdity, the weight of small things, to invent a tender poetry
for those vital intangibles allowing the world to sing.
