Sine Forma



I spy with my eye...something that is too big to pick up and impossible to shake up. I see grass that is turning greener, a bucket that is about to spill and people that are carrying water to the sea. I see an ocean carrying bodies. I see prayfor’s. hashtags, profile pictures with rainbow colors and people thinking black or white. We move to slow. The reality moves too fast. I am scrolling from laughing baby’s to children in shock, from quinoa to giro555, from a birth card to a memorial video. The more I see, the less I understand. Scrolling down isn’t as fun as is used to be, you also have to go back to the top.