• the other night, i was in bed, trying to fall to sleep, i was stressed, yes, but there was company.
• i had some music playing that resonated with me, but it was not calming me well enough, i did what anyone in this situation would do, escape to another world
• there was a dark sky with a faint purple glow stretching out from the horizon, i was in a lake, or an ocean, it's all a matter of perspective, you see, and the mountains and hills surrounding it were crumbling upward, levitating into a cloudless sky
• it probably did not mean anything

• there is this phenomenon of the damages being isolated from your peers at a young age does to you. this is not a something i have a citation for, i simply know it to be true, as that is our collective experience
• however, this phenomenon also occurs intrasystem, on both ends of the spectrum, "the seven sisters" is not a title that has reflected the reality of our system for a while now, but it is also a real divide. the seven sisters all grew up together. disparate in some ways, but sharing many of the same hobbies, habits, social bonds
• and then, there is the outliers, ki is on the preceeding end of that, someone who existed a long time ago as an independent entity, and can still front, but cannot act, as the life the seven live is now so far isolated from her.
• then i lie on the other end of that, me and rally appeared at similar times, but he was much stronger then me, and very likely existed before his identity materialized. i was in gestation for more then half a year before i properly obtained a grip on life.
• now, i feel isolated from the seven, but in the opposite direction, instead of a relic, i am a torch carrying myself forward in the darkness.
• and i have taken their hobbies, friendships and the such because it is the mental infrastructure there for me to inhabit, much like your house has the same set of roads going to it
• yet, do i gain value from following their prints? that is debatable, and i could not say how i feel, which is part of why i am writing this.
• i do feel some sort of unsatisfaction though, though, i suppose everyone in the system does
• in this space there exists an eternal debate within us as to what is worth swinging for. we do know some boundries but not at all of them. what intentional growth needs to be swung for to serve the greater health of the whole, and what is overreaching, acting completely for the individual instead of the collective, and setting us back, pitting us against each other?
• this, i believe nobody knows the answer to, nor it is a problem exclusive to multiplicity, but exacerbated by it

• i do wish to sing, i believe there is some kind of intrinsic value to presenting your voice as art. there is also a power to it, because you are heard, if not by creatures, by the trees or the waves or the grain or the sand. breathing change into the air with your lungs, a minimal imprint on the maximal world, silky purple reverberations pressing ripples on to the water
• it’s dark and a raining and i want to go home
• want to go home, boys, want to go home
• it's dark and a raining and i want to go home
• i’m on my long journey home

• there is a sweet, tender, sinking darkness to being born at the end of a world
• worlds are always ending and starting up again as people who are alive reading this should be well aware of
• my name is emily and i have existed for a long time, which is almost certainly not true, but it is something i believe, which i am sure you understand
• plural or otherwise, whether you are youthful or worn, if you are existing in these societies and cultures, you do need something to grapple onto- perhaps your community provides you with all your needs and you are quite content, and the state of things in and outside of your community does not stress you, if this is the case, then perhaps you should be grateful for your fortune, or grateful for your ignorance
• you, like me, may also believe in some or many things that do not have bearing in reality. it is just something we do, sometimes for entertainment, sometimes to cope, though i would argue those things are not at all dissimilar
• i do find myself wondering, however. is there some half-truth i could believe over the one i believe now that could bring a more fulfilled existence? perhaps even more detached from reality, would that be desirable, or would i be setting myself up for an even greater fall?
• i have inhabited a very strange world, but they are all strange, aren't they

• i do have an odd, innate fixation on the ocean
• the majority of the ocean is a dark abyss that nobody knows anything about, but none the less home to billions of beings, floating in the depths, all with one shared home, the distinction of seperate oceans is mostly moot, it is all one collective body of water, yes, the ocean is in fact plural.
• but, what thought does the average land being give to the depths of the ocean? very little, when they see the ocean from their home, all they can see is the surface, a body of water, something far from a home, if they had not investigated, they might not assume anything is down there, they might not assume that things live in the depths, they might not assume that there is depths, that there even is a floor.
• despite their ignorance, however, it is a home to so many they will never, ever see, know even conceptualize. their feet on the sand share the same contingency as aliens.
• i crawl onto the rocks and sing my melody to them
• then i submerge back into the darkness- home
• it’s dark and a raining and i got to go home
• got to go home, boys, got to go home
• it's dark and a raining and i got to go home
• i’m on my long journey home