At the Kashmiri Gate metro station, a child in a bright blue dress breaks free from her parents, runs laughing– into the cool, rushing air. And then what? She turns and returns– and then what? More laughing and growing– and then what? She figures out something– and finds others who see she is right. And then what? Her ideas spread, but they jail her– like Natasha Narwhal. And then what? We all see she’s right and come into the streets like a flood. And then what? Life is still hard, but noone sleeps hungry or cold; we still struggle and we still love– we struggle because we love.
I See the Future and the Future Looks Good