Sometimes I think about a revolution, a quiet one. I think about generational wealth, I get up. I think about anything that isn't, I don't consider what could be, I get a sniff if what is shifting, how I could turn it. It's not in my control, but it will be. I know nothing, just enough of ourselves, to be certain of that statement. A wave is flowing beneath our feet. The concrete as steady as ever, nobody hears, everyone is too caught up with the wind.