This is the Age of
You are not whole unless you have been broken
at least a dozen times, but you must not
stay broken, no, you must build and break
and never stay whole for too long because
whole is so broken it’s boring. But not just
boring, in this age it is unstylish. Be discrete though,
do not flaunt your flakes of broken selves for all
eyes to spy, keep them close for the kindred kind of
people on the inside of your life, otherwise you
run the risk of fabricating failure and bull
shit brokenness that might lose you everything even
if you really are smashed to pieces of nothing
larger than a crumb. In this age of faces and far-
flung places we’re ripe for the races but what if
what we bring together cannot hold under public
scrutiny, making our whole bodies broken vessels
for souls in private mutiny?