I started to write a list, it was too long, and many I don't know the names. I'm sure many feel similarly, like we are different and struggling through life. I feel like versions of myself or my soul which have come before me leave me breadcrumbs, as a snack or a trail. Dead authors, activists, poets, and philosophers. Kept women, slaves, good kings and commoners who remind me that I have always existed in this and there are always more of my kind to find in the madness. Sweet souls that make infinity a joy <3