Life is like dreams on strike. Flashes of colored sound, motion standing still, frozen in limbo of what once was and what we now see. Interpretations of moments caught by cameras, angles of light reflecting something that wasn't there before. But swimming against the undercurrent of time we find a collective connection with one another, that which is the divine process of learning. No one is exempt and we are all fighting to find equilibrium in this oscillation of glorious torture.