Tell yourself you’re doing it for humanity. Teeming, varied,
rushing life. What binds us here in this place? What makes us pass
each other in the street and pause, looking into another’s face to notice: I see you. I understand. Something like that
happened to me. I felt like that once.
We don’t always get it right. Sometimes the right word, the right
phrase, slips through our grasp, bobbing and submerging into the green stew. We
try. We describe its slippery surface, the feel of it. We gaze into the murky
depths, looking for clues, for context.
Testimony:
evidence or proof provided by the existence
or appearance of something.
It’s important, what you do. Never lose sight of that.
That a-ha moment, empathy, recognition—these are the best parts of humanity. It’s
wonderful to be loved but oh, to be understood.
Keep at it, scribes. What you do is important. Not
everyone has the patience to stop and look, to try to articulate what it means
to be here, right now. Pen to paper, fingers on keyboard, keep gazing towards
the horizon, continue excavating memory, and feeling, and hope. Spill it out,
profess, recite. What you do is important and so necessary.
