Following loose threads, We spent our teens brushing the dust off brick, To uncover some hidden hieroglyphic. We figured it. In coded languages, we learned there were other ways to live. Born into a new world: 1990. Terror meant a new thing, Roll bold red headings with words crumbling. Our normal is a world of unrest; long since untouchable West. Do you see the speed of the recent movement of time? It's been a while since liquid on airlines. Things have always been this way, haven't they? I know our life is a minuscule part of a moment In a short stretch of day. We're like whales, I think. After a while, barnacles cling, We float around getting used to things.